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nothing, and had been forced to rummage about in Grandma Ives’ stuff for things to wear. She’d looked kind of mad, dressed up in a ragbag of clothes…
but maybe not so much now
.
    He frowned. Actually, she looked all right. When had that happened?
    “Nice, um, jacket,” he said cautiously. “It suits you.”
    “Thanks. I’ve had it for months.” She sighed. “You really are a
boy
, aren’t you?”
    Cameron blinked. “Last time I checked. I was only trying to be nice.”
    “It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head. “Where’s Morgan got to?”
    “He had to fetch something. Something he said might be useful. He said he’d meet us by the fountain.”
    “Well, you may have to use a pick and chip me from the ground, for I shall shortly become a block of ice.”
    “Nah. I thought I’d leave you here, to puzzle future archaeologists.” He studied her face for a hint of a smile. “You can always go back to the shop.”
    “With that grey lump stuck to the counter? No fear.” Eve grimaced. “I said I wanted to come, didn’t I?”
    “You made a strong case for it.” A thought struck Cameron. “Eve, are you ok? About world-shifting, I mean? It’s just if you need –”
    “Look out!”
Her arm snaked out and shoved him into a bush, just as a motorcycle roared from the path in a blur of chrome. It sped past, circled twice around the fountain, and came skidding to a halt.
    “Woo-hoo!” A familiar long-haired figure staggered off the rear of the passenger seat, shook out his greatcoat and gave the driver a hearty slap on the back. “That bike is
made
of win.”
    Cameron pulled himself to his feet, spitting dried leaves from his mouth. “Yes, thanks for almost squashing us.”
    “People should watch where they’re going.” The driver flipped his visor, revealing a hard, blunt-featured face that glared a challenge. “Little wolf cubs should too.”
    Cameron bristled, and the muscles in his chest tightened. “Oh yeah? You shouldn’t even be riding that thing. This isn’t a road.”
    There was a moment of silence broken only by the purr of the bike’s engine. Morgan shot a glance from his friend to the biker and back again.
    “Cycle path, isn’t it?” the biker said. “This is a cycle. So it’s allowed.”
    “But strangely it doesn’t say ‘idiot path’, does it?” Eve crossed her arms and stepped neatly between the biker and Cameron. “And yet here you are.”
    Within his helmet slit, the biker’s eyes narrowed, as if he suspected he’d been insulted but couldn’t quite work out how.
    “Anyway…” said Morgan in a placatory tone, “Ta for the lift, Grant. It’s appreciated.”
    There was another pause and Grant the biker grunted. He pointed a leather-gauntleted finger at Morgan. “I know my duty. You should think about yours, once in a while. And you–” The finger swung to target Cameron. “I reckon I’ll be seeing you around, cub.”
    The visor snapped down, the engine revved and the bike sped off, heading away from the path and into town.
    Eve waved a hand in front of her face, clearing away the exhaust fumes. She coughed. “Who is your delightful friend?”
    “Why? Fancy a date?”
    “Not in a million years.”
    “Nah, didn’t think so.” Morgan gave Eve his broadest grin. “He’s just a dog from the pack. No one special.”
    Cameron had so far had little to do with other werewolves, apart from Morgan. While his friend was 100 per cent pure Were, born to the pack, Cameron’s own wolf-side was the result of a desperate gamble. In the life or death struggle that had dispatched his gran he had survived only by begging Morgan to bite him, and so pass the wolf-power on. Cameron knew the pack took a dim view of humans who were recruited this way, believing they were a liability because they so rarely managed to master their baser wolfish urges. In fact, the pack didn’t approve of
anything
that might call attention to the existence of Were-kind in the human