Ankyra Sound Now it’s two long years of waiting around to die

Raleska endured Illidan's raking commentary, rueful at best and grievously wounded at worst. Any time she thought of some retort to fire back, its acidity withered on the tip of her tongue. This is what he wanted, the two of them to fight -- he being the enemy of course.

Illidan might try to hammer his point home, but Raleska was no nail to be pounded mutely into wood, never to poke its head out again. She trusted her gut, and she would not silence it -- Vercingetorix was an enemy to them, the same way she was an enemy to her prey. To trust him would be to place your trust in a snake.

Once Illidan was done a silence stretched out between them, long and as large as a looming leviathan. Raleska did not break it. Instead, she gave her brother a look -- an inscrutable one -- and then turned promptly on her tail.

She might love him, she might believe he believed he was right -- but Raleska would never sacrifice her own instinct to please another. Not even those of blood.