LYRA POV
“This place looks like a ghost town,” Wilder murmurs as we make our way through the streets on the edge of the city.
“It looks like it always looks,” Cassian says.
Cassian’s right. Buildings with busted-out windows, weeds forcing their way up through cracks in the pavement, and not a sign of anyone anywhere—that’s what I’ve come to expect when I’m in the city. All the shifters and Moon Casters who live here keep their homes secret, and there aren’t that many of us anyway. Most of the human population of this city died in the violent earthquakes and windstorms that followed the Lunar Reversal.
Wilder looks uncomfortable. He strides ahead a bit.
I exchange glances with Milo and Cassian and then hurry after him.
“What’s up?” I ask, pulling even.
“Has the city really always be
