Tell me what you need

I woke feeling mostly rested. The undercurrent of exhaustion was there, but Athena was stronger, and she was excited, hopeful. Her anticipation of what today would hold helped me drag myself up off the sofa. I had slept deeply, without dreaming, and the evidence of just how deep clung to my cheek. Curls matted in drool, disgusting.

I shoved my wild mass of hair back, sending thoughts and prayers to my stiff legs, in hopes they would agree to carry my to the bathroom to wash up, when someone laid a hand on my shoulder. I shot up into a defensive stance, preparing to attack, but calmed when I scented Eva. Her wolf was at the surface, but her Amber eyes sparkled with amusement, and I heard Athena for the first time.

“Play.” She whined, nudging at me to shift.

“Settle down, she’s holding Mariana.” That sobered Athena, she mourned the loss of our pup, she longed to hold him, scent him, run with him through the forest and teach him to stalk prey. Pushing her down, I relaxed my stance an