“That was a turn up for the psychic books,” he said, crouching down to tie his laces. “I didn't expect that at all.”
“I'll say,” commented Stitches. “Try it now, see if it works.”
Ethan approached Flug and stared into his eyes.
“Hi, Ethan. Wot you doin?”
No matter how hard he concentrated, what had been as easy as a drunk in roller skates falling off a greasy, spinning log now wouldn't happen.
“Nothing,” said Ethan. “Maybe it just happens when I'm in wolf form.”
“What was it like, mate?” Ollie asked with genuine interest.
“Strange, really. I wasn't consciously trying to get through to him, it just happened. Whatever I was thinking, he seemed to pick up on. The weird thing was that whilst we were connected, I got the impression that somewhere in that head of his there's an intellect
