Gian’s smirk lingered long after he released her wrist, though the ghost of his grip burned into Athena’s skin. She rubbed the spot absently, fighting to steady her breath as Alpha Gray and Gian exchanged tense words in the courtyard.

The Grayhound warriors stood ready, their hands hovering near their weapons, but Gian looked perfectly at ease, as though he were already in control of the field. His presence was heavy, filling the air with an invisible command that pressed against ...