Athena

The forest was eerily quiet in the days following the battle. Grayhound Pack had celebrated in subdued relief, tending to their wounded, fortifying defenses, and patching up the scars of combat. But beneath the calm, a tension simmered—a knowing that Alpha Gian would not forget, that Dark Moon Pack would strike back, and that the next encounter could be far more deadly.

I moved through the camp with measured steps, keeping my hands busy but my mind sharper than ever. Light and ...