Athena.

The morning arrived with a crisp chill that seemed to seep into my bones. Even though I had grown accustomed to the Grayhound Pack’s ways, the thought of facing Dark Moon Pack again made my stomach twist into knots. Beauty was already ready, her composure flawless as she stood by the horses we would ride to the central grounds.

“Are you ready?” she asked, her tone teasing yet firm.

I swallowed hard, nodding. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

She smirked knowingly. “Good. ...