Athena

The morning air was crisp, the scent of dew and pine mixing in a way that should have been peaceful. But peace had long abandoned my life. Gian’s retreat yesterday was nothing but a temporary measure, a calculated withdrawal. I could feel it in my bones—he was planning something far more dangerous. Something personal.

I stood at the edge of the training field, watching Theodore instruct a group of pack warriors in hand-to-hand combat. Light and Liam were nearby, laughing as they ...