Novels by ROBINSON MOYINOLUWA

Tanya's POV After the talk with Tion that night, I go to sleep feeling a little lighter even though I know for a fact hope is a dangerous game I might not be able to afford in the Crimson pack. I wake up at the crack of dawn and behind my warm up exercises for the day while waiting for Dante to arrive.After waiting a few minutes longer than the time he usually arrives the training ground, I ask the other trainees if anyone of them had seen him this morning. They all say they haven't so i continue my exercises while waiting for Dante.A few minutes later, I see Holt, one of the soldiers heading in my direction and the next thing he says really surprises me“Dante has assigned all your training activities to me, so from now on I'll be your trainer.” He says.“What happened to Dante?” I ask.“He has taken on other extra duties so he had to let go of some.” But I refused to believe that. Dante believed he owed it to Tion to train me properly and, especially after hearing my story he th

Dante's POV The morning after telling Tion, I decided I needed distance.Not because Tanya had done anything wrong or because she wasn’t worth being around but because my heart was pulling in a direction my position wouldn’t let me follow and if I didn’t create some space, I was going to cross a line I couldn’t uncross.So, I made myself scarce.I assigned her training supervision to Holt. I avoided lingering in the training yard when I knew she was there. I made sure I stayed away from the greenhouse when I made my rounds, even though I knew she sometimes spent her afternoons there.I told myself it was for the best. I told myself it would work.It didn’t.She noticed my distance after three days.I should have expected that …Tanya wasn’t an oblivious person, not at all. She was really observant but just tended to keep her observations to herself unless they mattered. Apparently, this mattered.I was halfway through organizing the patrol rosters when I heard a knock at my office doo

Tanya’s POVThe forest at night could be two things … a friend or an enemy.Tonight, I wasn’t sure which one it wanted to be.Tion stood a few paces away, his presence filling the air in ways I didn’t understand. The shadows didn’t just cling to him, they literally seemed to obey him. I’d seen him before, of course. Passing through training grounds, silent in meetings, moving through the pack house like the walls shifted for him.But I’d never had him here.Just… here.His words still echoed in my head.“Maybe not yet, but I will.”Nobody had ever made an effort towards knowing me…not to talk of promising me something like that. Not my father. Not my mate. Not my pack.The wind stirred, carrying the faintest scent of pine and damp earth.“What exactly did Dante tell you?” I asked, not only because I didn’t know, but because I wanted to hear how Tion interpreted my experience.“That you were never given the place you deserved,” he said, his voice low but certain. “That you were treated

Tanya’s POV The forest, especially at night, had a way of quieting the troubled thoughts in my mind. Not erasing them… that wasn't possible, but somehow softening them until they were less like sharp blades that stabbed me over and over and more like worn stones I could turn over in my hand without bleeding. Tonight, the air was cold enough to bite, the wind threading through the tree branches like a low, steady hum. I sat on the fallen log near the eastern ridge, my hands resting loosely on my laps, and just letting the moonlight soak into me. Training had been brutal today… not just physically, but in the way it dug up memories I thought I buried deep. Dante had been patient, too patient in fact, and that was what made it worse. Patience meant he clearly saw all the cracks I tried so hard to hide. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about Moon Stone. About the stares and the whispers. The exact moment the world had tilted and the word latent had been carved into my skin lik

Tion's POV The night air hit me like a cold blade when I finally stepped out of the war room. The moon hung low in the sky, fat and silver, casting a pale light over the compound. The world was quiet, but the quiet wasn’t still… it was alive with the sounds of night. I moved through the forest with the ease of someone who had hunted both prey and men. Each sound was catalogued in my mind… the rustle of a squirrel in the underbrush, the distant hoot of an owl and even the whisper of wind through the tree branches. I followed her scent. Subtle but distinct, threaded with the clean smell of pine and the faintest trace of wildflowers. My wolf caught it instantly, urging me forward. She was near the eastern ridge, just as Dante had told me and by the time I got there, the world had narrowed to just her. The ground sloped gently upward, with the trees thinning until they gave way to a view of the forest stretching dark and endless below. She sat on a fallen log, her shoulders drawn

Tion’s POVThe fire in the war room had burned very low, reduced to a heart of glowing embers. They pulsed in the dark like the heartbeat of some dying creature, breathing a faint warmth into the otherwise cold air. I’d been sitting there for hours all alone, and unmoving, not because I had nothing to do, but because the quiet was sometimes the only place I could really hear myself think.The scent of ash clung to me, settling deep in my clothes, mixing with the smell of the old maps spread everywhere and across the scarred old table. Territories, routes, pack lines and boundaries… every one of them marked by the blood that had been spilled to hold them.My mind was halfway to planning the next patrol shift when I heard the sound of footsteps that were purposeful but hesitant coming down the corridor towards me. I knew them instantly…they were Dante's.He didn’t knock. He knew better.“Tion,” he said, his voice pitched low.I didn’t look up at first. “You’ve got that tone again.”“Wha