Athena

The sun had barely begun its climb when the first warning bells rang across the Grayhound Pack territory. I had been up before dawn, running drills with the younger Omegas, teaching them how to defend themselves in case of sudden attacks. My mind was half on the drills, half on the lingering thought of Gian—restrained, yes, but far from defeated.

“Alpha Athena, sirens!” shouted a young Omega, his voice shaking as he pointed toward the horizon. The forest beyond the eastern ...