91. Athena
The swooshing sounds of swords echoed through the training grounds, the faint whistle of wind slicing through the air as Gamma Daniel trained by himself. His movements were precise and deliberate and swishing sounds as he cut through the air could be heard. His muscles rippled under the strain of combat making the scene mouth watering. The morning sun gleamed off his sweat-soaked skin, and the sharp tang of steel lingered in the warm breeze.
When I stepped forward, his dark eyes shifted to me, piercing yet respectful. There was something about Daniel’s presence—his voice deeper, colder than Hugo’s—that demanded respect without asking for it. He set his swords aside and strode toward me, his towering frame cutting an imposing figure, though not as large as Hugo’s.
“Luna, is ev
