Tanya’s POV
The first thing my brain registered when I woke in the morning wasn’t the ache in my muscles from all the workouts. Instead, it was his voice.
I couldn't forget the heavy, deliberate way he’d said my name.
Like he’d been speaking it for years but he has no intention of ever letting me hear it until now.
I sat up slowly, stretching my arms until my joints popped, ignoring the quiet rustle of the others still sleeping around me. The air inside the barracks mainly smelled like sweat, damp wool, and wolf scent — a smell I was slowly learning to think of as normal.
But beneath that, beneath the everyday noise and smell of Crimson Pack life, there was a different current running through me that hadn’t been there before and it was unlike anything I had ever felt but I still could
