Andria's POV
I stood up and walked slowly to the shower; every step felt very heavy. I was exhausted, anxious and angry.
The hate for the Falcons was rekindled, and the reason for coming to Ashwood was born.
"But what did that dream mean? Who was the baby, and what was the essence of that dream?" I muttered to myself.
"You are more than you think, and I was sent to you as your wolf for a reason.
Remember, my name is Athena, I am a fighting wolf, supposed to fight for and with you.
There's a battle ahead, you can either stop it or worsen it," Athena whispered.
I put on the shower and let the water cascade down my body, slightly relieving me of my weary thoughts.
Lady Eskareth was the only one who could answer these questions, and I had yet to visit her.
The holidays were fast approaching, and I had to see her today, or I would have nowhere to spend them.
A light knock on the door called me out of my thoughts, "Ari! Open the door," Becca's voice rang from the corridor.
