Athena.

The morning air in Grayhound Pack was sharp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked grass and the faint tang of wolf musk. I moved carefully through the training grounds, my hands brushing over Light’s and Liam’s small belongings scattered near the perimeter. My children were playing under the watchful eyes of Beauty, but my thoughts were far from the laughter echoing through the trees.

The confrontation at Dark Moon Pack still lingered in my mind like a shadow that refused to ...