Athena

The northern forest was alive with tension, the scent of damp earth and pine mingling with the distant musk of wolf fur and sweat. Every shadow seemed to flicker with potential danger, and every rustle of leaves made my heart lurch. My hands tightened around the hilt of my sword, feeling the pulse of my wolf reverberate through my bones. This was no ordinary confrontation—it was a battle for survival, for the Grayhound Pack, and for the future of my children.

Beauty moved ...