Chapter 4In a mental fog, Josh packed his clothes. The only other thing he wanted from Silverbane was a picture of him and his mother when he’d been only seven years old. She’d insisted on having the picture taken, even though Josh was mad at her. He could no longer remember why, but the sour expression on his face contrasted with his mother’s hopeful smile and reminded him that he needed to be a better son, a better person than he was.
He looked around his apartment. Nothing else mattered to him except his freedom. If he left now, not even Silverbane would know where he was going. Josh didn’t need any more favors from him. He could easily blend in, and without the call of the beast he could go for years—if not the rest of his life—without transforming. Silverbane wouldn’t risk sending an
