Finally. Joseph pushed himself off the sewer wall, blinking in the dark. His legs ached, but there was no way he would have sat down in the filthy sludge swirling at their feet. The whole time the spider had been away, the other shapeshifters had said nothing. Just waited, still and silent. Every once in a while Joseph had caught the gleam of their eyes watching him, the cat’s glowing like two yellow moons. What are they planning for me? Whatever it was, he was about to find out. The horse laid a finger on the brickwork, and Joseph watched the spider squeeze out of a narrow crack beside it, onto the horse’s hand. ‘This way,’ said the hissing voice of the spider. They set off. This time the horse went first, holding the spider in the palm of his hand like a compass. Joseph followed with the cat at his shoulder, so close Joseph could hear him breathing.
