Athena

The night was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes every shadow seem alive. Even though Gian had retreated, leaving Grayhound Pack victorious for now, the tension didn’t ease. My mind replayed every second of the battle, every clash of metal, every flash of Gian’s predatory eyes. He had been too close, too precise, too… familiar with my moves. He knew me.

I paced the private training hall, hands clenched, heart hammering. Theodore ...