Athena.

The morning sun had barely kissed the treetops when Beauty and I set out once more, this time deeper into Dark Moon territory. The rogue member’s confessions from yesterday still echoed in my mind, each detail a thread we had to follow carefully to untangle the web of deceit threatening not only the Grayhound Pack but also the fragile peace of our alliance with Dark Moon.

Beauty rode ahead, her gaze sweeping the horizon, alert to any patrols or dangers. I followed closely, my hand ...