Ankyra Sound betrayed and played by god

erzulie's bitter reflection caused a wrinkle of shared sympathy in the unruly siren: she too had fought her entire life to remain unsullied by whelps, and then last year had changed everything. "hmm, well - you meet the right one, and it is not so untenable anymore." kierkegaard had been the only wolf that caiaphas shared that type of affinity with, but without him, she would have remained barren and ... none of what happened in the last ten months would have occurred.

that thought was sobering, and caiaphas was glad to switch the subject. "i have had one litter." she remarked, canting her gaze to briefly meet the mint bite of erzulie's gaze. "four all told. rhakios, ephraim, illidan, and raleska." she looked as if she would fall into silence, but then slipped a quiet afterthought. "i have reared pups as my own, but nothing like this. and then they are old enough, and don't need you anymore."