Chapter Twenty-Five
Milo
"Milo."
It was Alex's voice that jarred me awake. It was a whisper, but he was urgent. "Do you hear this?" he asked.
"What?" I asked groggily, still half-asleep. I sat up.
"It's Davila. He's talking to someone."
"The other guy is freaking out," Thomas said. He was also awake and hearing the voices.
Now awake, I lay back and tried to focus. When I heard the voices, I stilled my mind and listened.
"It was a hunter, and the others must have turned because it wasn't even five miles from here." The voice was familiar but not immediately one I knew.
"We don't know for certain if the others are part of this." It was Davila. "There have only been two killings outside of the usual place. They hadn't fledged when they escaped. We don't know if they've turned. I stil
