Page 42 of Freak Camp (A Monster By Any Other Name #1)

Actually, he hadn’t talked about Toby much since he turned sixteen. Everything he’d wanted to say about him to Dad, he had said then, even though the man hadn’t heard a word.

“Sir, I wouldn’t say obsessed.” Unless you mean I think about him every day. And I smile when I see M he didn’t bother reassembling the shotgun before dumping it in with half-eaten granola bars and his spare set of socks.

He was waiting for Dad to say something, anything, and at the same time knew he wouldn’t say a fucking thing that Jake wanted to hear.

Jake had thrown his bag over his shoulder and reached for the doorknob when Leon’s voice snapped the silence, as sure and irrevocable as a silver round cutting through a shapeshifter’s heart.

“You walk out that door for a freak, don’t expect to come crawling back. Don’t come back at all.”