Athena

The morning after the envoy’s visit, the Grayhound Pack was a whirlwind of hushed whispers and cautious glances. Even though the threat had been momentarily dismissed, the tension lingered like a thick fog over every hall, every corridor, every chamber. The pack had sensed danger, and as always, their instincts were sharper than words could ever capture.

I walked alongside Beauty through the main courtyard, the sun breaking through the lingering clouds above. Light and Liam ...