Milo POV
I grab Lyra’s arm and pull her off to the side. “Are we being insane?” I whisper.
“Definitely,” she says. “But can you be more specific?”
“Trusting Cassian.”
“Oh, nobody’s trusting Cassian.” Her mouth is set in a firm line. “But he’s right. We can’t stop him from fighting the wolves, if that’s what he wants to do.”
I look over her shoulder. Cassian is stripping down, tossing his clothes over the branch of a tree. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and then his body ripples into a shift, and the wolf emerges.
Cassian as a wolf is definitely intimidating. He’s bigger and bulkier than I am. I can tell that even standing several yards away, even in my human form. He’s not someone I’d want to go up against, and he definitely is someone I want to have on my side in a fig
