There was no way for me to respond to Alpha Walker, and I felt utterly helpless without any chance to talk to him.
I would have begged him not to go to the Crimson-Eye Packhouse if he could hear me, but it wouldn't have made any difference, and I was well aware of that. He was an Alpha, and that meant that nothing would sway him when he had made his mind up about something; especially not the opinions of an Omega.
The way he had spoken - about being crazy - made me wonder whether he was still not sure that I was real. And yet here he was, pulling fresh clothes out of the wardrobe and changing into something that seemed to be designed for stealth, and I felt slightly better about it when I realized he had no intention of confronting anybody at the Packhouse: he was planning on spying on m
