Athena.

The morning light streamed through the high windows of Dark Moon Pack’s mansion, painting long shadows across the polished floors. I sat at the edge of my bed, brushing a hand over Light’s soft hair as she slept beside me. Liam, ever restless, had already woken and was practicing small pounces across the room, his laughter echoing softly. Despite the serenity of the moment, my mind refused to rest.

Today was different. I could feel it. There was a tension in the air, subtle but ...