Lyra POV
For a moment, none of us can speak.
Then I find my voice. “You want us to do *what*?”
“Come back and meet my coven,” Wilder repeats. “If you were raised by wolves, you haven’t got one of your own.”
I look over at Milo. Predictably, he seems as if he’s about to explode, as if he can’t even stomach what’s being discussed right now. Honestly, after what he’s told me about his past, I can’t blame him. This must be intolerable. It must be killing him.
How can I actually be considering it?
But I know why I’m considering it.
It’s because I’ve been wanting to find a coven of Moon Casters ever since I learned that I had that in me.
And now that I’m standing face to face with one of them, actually talking to one of them—he seems like he *does* know some answers.
And he seems like
