Milo's POV
Wilder has only been up in the tree for a matter of less than a minute when he drops back down beside us. His eyes are wide with alarm, and for a moment, I fear the worst. Without waiting for him to explain himself, I spin around so I’m looking at Lyra again.
No. She’s still just kneeling beside the tree, leaning against it, looking tired but unharmed.
I turn back to Wilder.
“What?” I ask urgently, keeping my voice as low as I can.
He definitely saw something that wasn’t right, or he wouldn’t look like that.
Moon Drinkers, he mouths.
My heart springs into a gallop.
Moon Drinkers will ruin everything.
I don’t know what they’re doing here. I don’t know if they’re here to attack us, if they’re here to attack the pack, if they know we’re here at all—the only thing I know
