Athena.

The aftermath of the battle left a heavy stillness over the Dark Moon Pack’s territory. My muscles throbbed from exertion, and a dull ache ran along my side where a careless strike had nicked me, but the relief of standing victorious—however temporary—was intoxicating. Beauty’s presence beside me was grounding; her steady gaze reminded me I was not alone in this fight.

Gian remained across from me, his blue eyes unreadable in the firelight. He did not move, though he still ...