Athena.

The sun had barely risen when I found myself in the training yard once again. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, but my mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of the Dark Moon Pack and the dangerous game we had just played. Two days had passed since our return, and the memory of Gian’s gaze, sharp and unforgiving, still haunted me.

Beauty had insisted I train, and I knew she was right. Strength wasn’t just about physical prowess—it was mental fortitude, ...