Chapter 138 A Sense Of Closure

• The days after Ares and Selene’s revelation passed in a blur of cautious adjustments and quiet reflection. At school, the initial buzz about their family began to die down, replaced by the mundane chatter of upcoming exams and social events. Still, the siblings noticed a lingering curiosity in the way people interacted with them—an unspoken understanding that their lives had been far from ordinary.
• At home, the atmosphere was no less complicated. Dinner conversations were strained but civil, a tentative truce hanging over the household like a fragile thread. Zeus seemed focused on maintaining his authority, while Aphrodite displayed a rare softness, making small gestures of affection toward her children. For Ares, it was an odd and unfamiliar rhythm, but one he was determined to adapt to.
• Ares sat by the window in his room, the early morning sunlight spilling over his desk. His sketchbook lay open, a half-finished drawing of the forest surrounding the Shadow Pack’s old territory staring back at him. He traced the lines absentmindedly, his mind wandering to memories of his time there.