Athena

The air in Grayhound territory was thick with tension the moment we returned from Dark Moon territory. The documents and maps we brought back were enough to make Alpha Gray’s jaw tighten in anger. It wasn’t just Gian’s military strength we had to worry about—it was the alliances he had forged, the spies he had planted, and the meticulous strategies he had set in motion while we were away.

I dismounted my horse, muscles screaming in protest from hours of riding and the ...