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    For the past year, while coming to terms with his new powers, his strategy had been to keep his head down and try to avoid being noticed. But Grant the biker dog had seen through that – he’d sensed what Cameron wasat once.
    “I thought you didn’t bother with those losers anymore?” He shot Morgan an irritated glance. “Why were you hanging out with him? And how did he mean, ‘duty’?”
    “Needs must. Got to show my muzzle now and again. Especially if I want a favour.” Morgan yanked up his socks and tightened his bootlaces. “Look at me! I’m all shook up, thanks to that bone-rattler.”
    “Rattler! You said it was great a second ago.”
    “Got me here quicker, didn’t it?” The wolf-boy straightened up. “Right, shall we do this?”
    Cameron nodded. “I’m ready if you are.”
    “I’ve been ready
ages
.” Eve closed her eyes, and tapped her foot, her lips moving slowly.
    Interesting
, thought Cameron,
she hears music too
. His own hand was moving by his side, searching for chords on the fretboard of an imaginary guitar. The song of the Parallel rocked through his mind.
    Morgan lifted his nose and scented. “Ah… can’t miss that Parallel smell of magic and monsters –”
    Reality changed, as they shifted through.
     
    The fountain swivelled, the crumbling sandstone blocks becoming whole as the missing sections corkscrewed out of the ground. The lettering on the side expanded, new words searing themselves into the stone with a flourish
    WATER IS NOT FOR MAN ALONE,
BUT IS THE DELIGHT OF DAEMONS ALSO
    as a jet of clear liquid spouted from the top.
    On the path, the vegetation shrank back and the concrete vanished. The ground trembled and split as railway tracks rose out of it, like dinosaur ribs being pushed to the surface. A building assembled in a flurry of bricks: a stationhouse with a peaked roof and a sign that read:
PARALLEL LINE
    Above the doorway, a disc-shaped logo showed a two-faced man in silhouette.
    A railway on the Parallel!
Cameron grinned, unable to help himself. There was always something new and different to discover. That was why he loved being able to world-shift.
    Eve looked pleased too, and ran over to investigate the station. He opened his mouth to call out, but as the Parallel stabilized and the song faded in his mind, he heard the eerie howl of a wolf.
    He whipped round, scanning the landscape – the smart station, the gleaming tracks, the shrubs around the fountain. He could spot no one apart from his friends.
    “What’s up, mate?” Morgan was alert and by his side. “What’s wrong?”
    “Didn’t you hear it? A wolf howl?”
    Morgan shook his head. “Not a hoot.”
    “But you must’ve! Have you gone deaf?”
    Morgan studied Cameron with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Then he sighed. “You’re kind of snappy today, Shorty. You need to take a few deep breaths, geta grip –”
    “I’m fine, I’m in control –”
    A vision flashed into his head, of a wolf-claw slicing across bedroom curtains
… Cameron glanced at his hands, but they were – of course – completely normal and human. His shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I’m imagining things. Must be. I’m probably still a bit worked-up after your biker friend –”
    “Forget it. Grant’s a moron.”
    “A big moron.”
    “Alarmingly big. Like a mountain. You should pick your fights a bit better.” Morgan looked away, then added in an undertone, “Cool bike though.”
    “
Knew
you liked it.”
    “Bikes are boring!” Eve announced from the station entrance. “Come and look at this!”
    The platform beyond was well kept, with a bench and row of plants. A steam engine in red and gold livery stood waiting, the logo of a two-faced man embossed upon its side, and the door to its rear carriage ajar.
    Lying across the path to the train was a marble statue of a sleeping lion, its chipped muzzle pressed flat to the tops of its paws. A peaked stationmaster’s cap rested at a jaunty angle on its