Callum reached over to pat Chaos’s head. The wolf didn’t open his eyes. “You don’t think your parents mind?”
They’d all heard her parents talking about him, after all.
Gabi shook her head. “They’re happy to have you,” she said in a voice that made it clear they welcomed Callum for good reasons and less good reasons.
But it was somewhere to stay. And they hadn’t said anything bad about him, not really. They’d said Master Rudeos must have chosen him for a reason.
“You could Callum Tyfron,” Gadon said. “So he won’t worry. I mean, even if he doesn’t want you to go back to the Magic Academy, he’s got to want to know you’re safe.”
“Yeah,” Callum said, thinking of his father slumped against the wall of the storage room, wondering how dedicated he was to chasing after Callum and killing him.
