Tion’s POV
The morning was way quieter than it had any right to be.
There was no wind yet, no shouting or grunts coming from the direction of the training ground. The kind of stillness that makes you think the day is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
From the ridge where the pines thickened, I could see most of the Crimson Pack’s training yard. The mist curled low, ghosting over the dirt until it looked like the ground itself was steaming. I’d finished my border checks early today, restless for no good reason.
But the truth was, I’d known where my feet were taking me even if I didn't want to admit it.
It was towards her.
I could choose to tell myself it was because I wanted to gauge her progress without her being aware. That I wanted to see if Dante’s methods were
