Athena.

The morning air was dense with tension as Beauty and I approached the border of the Dark Moon Pack. The path winding through the forest seemed endless, shadowed by towering trees that swayed gently with the wind. Their branches stretched across the dirt road, twisting and curling like dark fingers. Even with two years of preparation, my heartbeat betrayed me, thudding painfully against my chest as though warning me of dangers that might lie ahead.

“You’re nervous,” Beauty ...