Ankyra Sound On the horizon, out on the edge of the world

”Spy?!”

It was evident in his voice that he was both thoroughly humored and surprised by this accusation. His eyes glimmered with a hint of a laugh playing at the corners of his mouth. He had not realized that Caiaphas had echoed the same word within the same breath as he. Still, the expression on his features was genuine; he had no idea what she was talking about. The mercenary recalled to his meeting with the dark Heda and he wondered if Wylla had seen them from afar and imagined a scenario in which he would spy against his mate’s family for the woman next door. It was that which had ushered a chuckle from the back of his throat. Surprising to him that she would find him so skilled in the arts of subterfuge, he was not afraid to scoff at the accusation.

Caiaphas then cracked with a whip of her tongue, and he looked to his dark-hooded mate with a severe respect. Then, to Wylla, that same reverence having vanished. Kierkegaard did not understand what had happened with the Drageda wolves to have caused high tensions from both sides. He had never wanted to be involved in the kids’ drama. The brute had been inclined to retire by the coast with the sea witch and their children – he had imagined peace, if there was ever to be a thing like it. The ghost did not remark on Wylla’s leadership. It was evident in his expression that he did not see even a fractured piece of an Alpha in her.