Lyra's POV
“We’re not going to trust this guy, are we?” Cassian whispers in my ear.
I glance over at Milo, hoping he hasn’t heard. But he’s not looking at us. His jaw is clenched so tightly that I’m worried he must be grinding his teeth into oblivion.
Then I look at Wilder. The newcomer. The stranger. He’s tall and slender, his hair sticking straight and so sleek it almost shines. If you had to spot the person in this group who wasn’t a wolf, you would pick him every time.
At least Cassian is making an effort to cope with this turn of events. I feel like Milo isn’t trying at all.
“I don’t trust him,” I whisper back to Cassian. “This isn’t about trusting him. But you know that I’ve been trying to find a coven of Moon Casters since before you and I met. Now I have the chance to.”
Cass
