Chapter 39: Upcoming Festival
Athena
The breeze picked up as I stepped off the field, brushing past the stone path that led back toward the inner quarters. I didn’t get far.
I saw the same she-wolf who’d been clinging to Jesse earlier. She stepped out from behind the corner of a stone archway like she’d been watching the whole time.
Her arms were crossed, chin tilted up, amber eyes sharp and burning with jealousy.
"Stay away from Jesse," she said without preamble.
I stopped, one foot still slightly ahead of the other. My gaze dropped to her hands tightly balled into fists at her sides. Then slowly, I looked up at her face.
She was younger than me. Less experienced. But bold.
And definitely very foolish.
I stared at her for a long moment, watching the flicker of uncertainty pass through her.
She shrank back for a heartbeat... then squared her shoulders again, lips tightening.
I almost admired the effort.