Athena

The aftermath of the battle left the forest scarred, trees splintered, ground churned, and the air heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and blood. I moved through the remnants, assessing the damage, counting the losses, and ensuring that the Grayhound warriors were accounted for. The pack had survived, but survival came at a price, and I refused to let complacency take root.

Beauty walked beside me, her steps measured, her eyes scanning the horizon for threats that might still linger. ...