Athena

The night was thick with fog, the kind that muffles sound and makes shadows come alive. Grayhound was silent, but every corner of the pack’s territory hummed with tension. Warriors moved stealthily through the trees, their eyes scanning the horizon for any flicker of movement. Every breath we drew seemed amplified, the forest itself holding its collective breath in anticipation.

I crouched behind a moss-covered log, my hands tight around the hilt of my sword. Light and Liam ...