Lyra POV
“Here,” he says, pulling me into a tiny little space.
I look around.
“What is this?”
“I don’t know. An apartment building of some kind. This is just the stairwell. But the smell here is strong. They won’t track us down.”
I give it an experimental sniff. He’s right. There’s definitely a smell in here, and not a bad one. Cedar wood, maybe. It’ll cover our scents just fine.
“You can go back to sleep if you want to,” Cassian says. “It’s still my watch.”
I shake my head.
“I’m up,” I say.
Adrenaline is coursing through me, and I have no interest in trying to sleep any more.
“Did you smell them?” he asks.
“Wolves,” I say.
They were probably from my pack. I don’t say that. I don’t want him to know that my history is what’s putting us in danger.
There’s a hollow under th
