Wilder's POV
“You think her packmates have her?” I ask.
“I’m sure of it,” Cassian says.
His hands are flexing—his whole upper body is flexing—and it could not be more evident that he’s aching to throw a punch.
Maybe that’s why Milo’s standing several feet away from him, with his own hands up in the air as if to ward Cassian off.
“We don’t know that,” he says. “We don’t know what happened.”
“Tell me another explanation that fits, then,” Cassian says.
Milo throws up his hands.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t know! It’s obvious there were wolves there.”
“At the same time as Lyra.”
“Maybe at the same time. We can’t know that.”
“How do you explain the fact that she’s disappeared, then?”
“I can’t!”
Milo explodes.
“And maybe you’re right, okay? You’re probably right. I’m just s
