Tion’s POV
I noticed the patterns in her actions before I really knew her voice.
I knew the way she favored her left leg when the cold started to sink into her bones.
Knew the way she rubbed the back of her neck when she thought no one was looking.
Knew the way her eyes moved before her feet while she was scanning exits, and watching angle like a wolf who’d learned not to trust the room she was in the hard way.
She didn’t see me watching her. No one did. I made sure of that…or I thought I did.
It started the day Dante dragged her out of the holding cells and claimed she’d be more useful breathing and active than being left to rot in the cells. I didn’t believe him then. Omegas with no shift had no place. Definitely not here in Crimson. And yet…
She survived.
Barely at first. She wa
