Athena

The morning air was thick with tension, a heaviness that pressed against my chest and refused to let go. Even after two years of training, fighting, and surviving, the thought of Gian still lurking in the shadows brought a chill to my bones. I could feel it—something was coming. Something big.

Beauty had already left for her early rounds with the pack, ensuring every sector was reinforced, every patrol in position. Theodore had taken a group of the most skilled warriors to scout ...