Athena

The aftermath of the first clash left the forest eerily quiet, save for the groans of the wounded and the low hum of victorious wolves checking on their packs. My body ached from the relentless combat, muscles screaming in protest, but exhaustion was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Theodore had organized our warriors, tending to injuries and ensuring the perimeter remained secure.

Beauty moved beside me, her hand lightly brushing mine in silent reassurance. The pack had survived, ...