Sunrise

***Ares*** I let out a breath as I close the door behind me. Leaning back against it, I watch her, waiting... This was perhaps the most complicated array of emotions I had felt storming around inside Ophelia, yet. The most marked emotion was the guilt she felt over what she'd just told her father. She stands in the middle of her dark bedroom, facing the window, totally still. I can sense how she feels pulled in several directions, and I am waiting for something inside her to snap. "Do you think that I made the right decision?" she suddenly asks, still staring out of the window. "Yes," I answer simply, and she turns towards me. "Because I felt it too," I hastily add, "Lycans were never meant to take to the skies, they were made to roam the land. It felt like a break in the natural or