Athena

The cabin smelled of damp wood and herbs, a faint reminder of the forest’s embrace. But inside, the tension was suffocating. Light clung to my side, her small hand pressing into mine, while Liam’s wide eyes darted between Beauty and me. My children had no idea how close we had come to death.

Beauty paced the small room, her steps echoing with purpose. “We need a plan,” she said, her voice firm. “Gian won’t stop. He’s obsessed with control, with… possession. He won’t ...