Athena

The tension in the air was suffocating as the Dark Moon envoys took their place in the grand hall of Grayhound Pack. The walls, adorned with ancient carvings and symbols of our lineage, seemed to close in on me as I followed Alpha Gray’s lead. Every step I took was measured, every breath deliberate, as my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin.

Beauty stayed close, her hand brushing mine briefly, grounding me. “Stay sharp,” she whispered. “Remember, they may speak with ...