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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 trouble.But Cassian’s strong. He’s a good fighter, and he’s a fast runner. And he knows better than to lead anyone back to our campsite if he has to flee.In the end, that’s what made me decide that the be

Cassian's POV “What’s the plan?” I ask.Even asking is a challenge. Because, of course, if I had it my way, the plan would be attack. It would be just that simple.But the more time I spend with Milo and Wilder, the more I understand that just charging into situations isn’t always the best way to handle them.We’re huddled in a grove of trees, though, and I can fucking see Lyra from here. It would be so easy to run in and grab her.As if he can hear what I’m thinking—sometimes I wonder if he can hear what I’m thinking—Wilder grabs my shoulder.“Don’t,” he says.“I’m not. I wasn’t going to.”“I know we can only see one guard, but it would be stupid to assume they don’t have any other security. I’m sure there are others just out of sight.”I sigh.“I know that. We’ve had this conversation already.”“Be quiet,” Milo hisses. “They’ll hear us.”We fall silent and watch for a moment.“But what’s the plan?” I ask again.“We wait,” Wilder says.“Wait? I thought we agreed—”“We wait as long a

Lyra's POV I keep catching myself darting glances at the place where the little rock disappeared.I know I shouldn’t look. I know that, if Harley is smart, seeing my gaze returning over and over to the same spot will arouse his suspicions.I don’t think that Harley is smart. But I can’t know that for sure. He’s turned out to be pretty different from what I thought he was.Instead of looking, I focus on what this signal means. My mates are here. And I know that they’re telling me I need to be ready because rescue is coming.But how can I do that? I’m chained to a tree.My first instinct when I’m in a dangerous situation is to shift. And even now, my wolf is clamoring to rise, knowing that she’s better equipped to deal with a fight than my human self. But I can’t let that happen. My human body is capable of embracing a wide tree trunk the way I’m being forced to, but wolf forelegs won’t bend that way. They’ll snap and shatter, and I won’t be able to walk, much less fight.So shifting i

Cassian's POV “We’ve got to kill the Moon Drinkers first,” Milo says. “There’s no way we’re going to be able to hold them off and rescue Lyra at the same time, so we need to get them out of the picture.”“We can’t do that,” Wilder says.“Why not?” I demand. Frankly, I’ve been sitting still long enough, and I’m ready to kill something. I almost don’t care what it is at this point. The wolf in me is frantic, ready to act, ready to start ripping into skin and shattering bones with his teeth. I’ve made him wait so long that when the fight finally does start, he’s going to be almost psychotically violent.A couple of Moon Drinkers sound like a great target for that violence.Milo is clearly on my side.“There were only two of them,” he says. “We can handle them. I know they’re Moon Drinkers, but we’ll have the element of surprise—”Wilder shakes his head.“It isn’t that,” he says. “If it was the three of us against two Moon Drinkers in the wild, I’d say let’s go for it. But here, on the

Cassian sets Lyra down by the pile of clothes we left in the bushes. I drop to my knees, rifle through it, and grab a shirt. I don’t know if it’s Cassian’s or Milo’s, but it doesn’t matter.I thrust it at her.“Put this on,” I say. “Quickly.”She doesn’t question me. She pulls the shirt over her head. It hangs to her mid-thighs, making her look as if she’s wearing a dress.“Are you hurt?” Milo demands. His hands are already checking her body—squeezing her arms, traveling over her torso, looking for injuries.“Did they hurt you at all?”“I’m fine,” Lyra says. “I thought for sure that they were going to kill me. But they didn’t even hurt me.”“Are you sure?” I ask.“Kaely slapped me,” Lyra says. “And the chains were a little tight. That’s all.”I take her hand in mine and look at her wrist. Sure enough, it’s chafed and raw.I feel a rush of rage that’s bigger than myself. I want to run back out there and kill all of them. I want to summon an earthquake or a cyclone or a bolt of lightni