Tion’s POV (continued)
The training yard was nearly empty again.
Not silent…nothing in Crimson territory was ever truly silent, but close enough that the air felt heavier.
Dante had already finished with the day’s drills and was nowhere in sight. The younger wolves were inside the mess hall, their voices muffled under the low roof. Garrick and the other veterans had gone to the perimeter for night watch.
That left Tanya alone in the training yard.
Her hair was tied back this time, some loose strands sticking to the sweat beads on her temples. She moved without the stiffness I’d noticed before…her movements were still cautious, but not hesitating. Every strike, every pivot, every feint had the kind of rhythm you didn’t find in the Moon Stone wolves. Hers was a survivalist’s rhythm.
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