Milo's POV
“No change,” I say to Wilder as I take my seat beside him. “You can go to sleep if you want to. I don’t think Cassian is going to stop scoping the place out until dawn.”
“I’m good,” Wilder says. “I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to.”
I nod.
“I probably couldn’t either.”
We’re about five miles away from Lyra’s pack territory. I’ve just come back from examining the place. They’ve got Lyra, all right, chained up in iron. Cassian, who came with me, is still there, despite the fact that I did all I could to convince him we shouldn’t stay. It’s obvious they’re not planning to kill her tonight. Most of them are asleep, and the few of them who are still awake are drunk off their asses.
I don’t like Cassian being there. If they catch his scent, it could cause all kinds of t
