Athena.

The morning sun barely pierced the heavy clouds as Beauty and I prepared for departure to the Dark Moon Pack. My stomach tightened at the thought of facing that place again—the land of my past, the cradle of betrayal, and the site of memories I’d long tried to bury. Two years had tempered my fear into caution, and caution into resolve. This time, I would not be the powerless Omega I once was.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Beauty asked, her voice low, eyes scanning the ...