Athena

The forest trembled under the intensity of our clash. The rival Alpha moved like a storm—unpredictable, fierce, and lethal—but I had learned to trust my wolf and instincts. Every strike, every dodge, every movement was a dance of survival, a battle of wills. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned, but my focus was unyielding.

Beauty moved beside me like a shadow, her strikes precise, her eyes sharp, calculating each move. “Athena, flank him! Don’t let him corner us!” she ...