Athena

The forest was eerily quiet after the chaos, a heavy silence settling over the battlefield like a shroud. The scent of sweat, blood, and damp earth hung thick in the air, mixing with the faint smoke from the fires set by the retreating Dark Moon Pack. I lowered my sword slowly, feeling every muscle in my body scream in protest. My hands were trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer exertion of controlling my wolf, my body, and my mind all at once.

Beauty stood beside me, her ...