268. Don Rivan
It was like a miracle.
A silver wolf after such a long time…
I mean, how could a silver wolf exist? And not just any silver wolf, Athena was something beyond comprehension, beyond anything our history had recorded. A wolf with both Lycan and werewolf features, a true divine being. I had seen silver wolves before, those divinely brought to us to stop our endless bloodshed, but never one like her. Never one who radiated both the grace of the wolves and the brute strength of the Lycans.
I never imagined my son’s mate would be this unique…
Even as I stood among the fallen, the scent of blood and death still thick in the air, my heart swelled with something unfamiliar: hope. Athena had stopped the war with her power, her mere presence bending both the werewolves and Lycans t
