Athena’s POV:
Last night was restless—my mind was occupied by the unwanted engagement to the Toler brothers. But what weighed on me more than that was saving Damon from the werewolf attack.
"I hope he didn’t recognize me," I whispered under my breath, anxiety gnawing at me. Though I had worn my hood, concealing my identity, I couldn’t shake the fear. I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess that Damon wouldn’t discover my secret—if Valiciah found out I was even a bit stronger, she would do everything to get rid of me.
‘Knowing that i***t Damon, he would most likely mock me ‘for pretending to be strong’!’
As I dressed for the day, a sinking feeling hit me, and I reached for my neck, only to find the space bare. My pendant—it was gone. Panic surged through me as I scanned the vanity, my ha
