Under the silver gaze of the full moon, the clearing within the Silvermoon Pack grounds seemed almost ethereal.
The bonfires crackled with warmth and light, pushing back the night's chill and casting golden shadows over the gathered members. Laughter, curiosity, and tension mingled in the air. Faces flickered in and out of the firelight. Some were smiling, some guarded, and others openly skeptical of the rogue standing in their midst.
Athena stood still in the center, wearing a simple white dress borrowed from Mara. The fabric was light and soft against her skin, yet it could not shield her from the weight of a hundred stares pressing in on her like knives. Whispers slithered through the crowd like smoke, and every furtive glance felt like a judgment she could not escape.
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