[ARYA]
The closer Arya got to her home, the more anxious she was.
Maybe someone had attacked her home, but then no one was stupid enough to try and attack the werewolf princess.
She had lived her life at the back as the worst rebel, the girl who doesn't give a shit about anyone. So anyone who tried to mess with her would meet a fate so cruel they would have to rethink all their decisions.
So what was it?
"Are you sure we got the right house?"
Arya stopped in her tracks. Either she was hallucinating really bad, or something had forced them to come to this side. Maybe she just missed home, and her brains were messing with her. It had to be that because whatever she was hearing, this couldn't be real.
"She will show up soon, patience, my love."