Cassian POV
“I don’t see the point of hunting in the city,” I say. “There’s nothing to kill for food here.”
“We’re not hunting,” Wilder says patiently. “It’s a supply run. I told you this when we left the restaurant.”
“So why did you bring me?” I ask. “Why not Milo or Lyra? I assumed when you asked me to come that you wanted to go hunting too.”
We’ve been crashing in Giuseppe’s old place for about a month now, and in that time, we’ve kind of fallen into a pattern. We’ve set up watch shifts, so we know there’s always someone on guard. I’ve been in charge of most of the hunting—obviously—as well as checking the perimeter every now and then to make sure we’re not under any kind of threat.
Wilder’s main job, apart from training Milo and Lyra to use their magic more effectively, is scaven
