Athena

The Grayhound Pack had returned to a fragile sense of peace, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air like a thick fog. The battle with Gian’s forces had left its mark—not only on the terrain and our warriors but on the psyche of the entire pack.

I walked through the training grounds early that morning, sword in hand, watching as the young Omegas practiced under Theodore’s guidance. Light and Liam were playing nearby, their laughter bright and innocent, a stark ...