Athena

The aftermath of the battle left Grayhound territory scarred, the ground torn from hooves and claws, trees splintered where skirmishes had erupted, and the air thick with smoke, the stench of blood, and the metallic tang of fear. The pack moved through the mess, tending to the wounded, regrouping, and salvaging what could be salvaged.

I stayed close to Beauty, my muscles screaming in protest from the hours of combat, but adrenaline still kept me upright. My hands rested on my ...