Athena.

The night air was thick with tension, every rustle of the leaves outside sounding like the approach of enemies. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the strap of my armor, feeling the cold bite of the metal against my skin. Two years of preparation, training, and survival had led to this night—the night I would finally confront the remnants of the Dark Moon Pack, and perhaps, the memory of Gian that haunted me.

Beauty walked beside me, her steps silent but confident, a stark ...