“Okay,” Callum said. He looked back toward the garage, feeling as though he was overlooking something, as though he’d see his wolf, if he just stared hard enough.
But no matter how many times they went around the block and no matter how many times they Callumed, Chaos didn’t come out. It got darker and darker and they went home. Tyfron made spaghetti for dinner, but Callum couldn’t force any of it down. He got Tyfron to promise to help make LOST DOG posters for Chaos the next day, even though Tyfron believed a picture of Chaos would do more harm than good.
“Chaos-ridden animals aren’t meant to be pets, Callumum,” Tyfron said after clearing away Callum’s untouched plate. “They don’t care about people. They can’t.”
Callum didn’t say anything to that, but he went to bed with a lump in his
