Athena

Night had fully claimed the forest, wrapping the Grayhound territory in a heavy cloak of darkness. The air was thick with tension, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig sending shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned warriors. Beauty and I had spent the evening organizing defenses, positioning patrols, and ensuring the twins were secure within the innermost chamber of the mansion. Every detail mattered; every precaution could mean the difference between survival and ...