Athena.

The ride to Dark Moon Pack was tense and silent. Beauty had chosen to keep her hands on the wheel while I sat beside her, my mind racing through every possible outcome that could happen the moment we set foot in the territory. Every twist in the road, every shadow that flickered past the car’s headlights, reminded me of Alpha Gian—his wrath, his possessiveness, and the consequences of any wrong move.

Beauty, sensing my unease, reached out and gently squeezed my ...