Athena

The victory over Gian’s forces brought a brief, almost intoxicating sense of relief to Grayhound Pack, but the celebration was tempered by the knowledge that Gian was still alive, wounded perhaps, but very much scheming. Victory never truly felt complete with him lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I stood atop the hill overlooking the camp, the early morning mist curling around the trees like fingers of warning. Light and Liam played in the nearby ...