Athena.

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting pale gold streaks across the Dark Moon Pack’s camp. The night had been tense, the confrontation with Gian replaying in my mind like a relentless echo. My muscles still ached, my body weary from the adrenaline that had surged through me, but there was no time to rest.

Beauty walked beside me, her presence a calm anchor against the storm raging within. “Are you ready?” she asked softly, though her eyes burned with unspoken ...