Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

Wylla listened, but the answer Mahler gave wasn't the one she wanted to hear. A derisive snort was followed by a quiet outburst of, bullshit. She didn't mean to imply he was lying, but omitting? Certainly. It still had never occurred to Wylla that some wolves were simply more mature and more gracious and less possessive than her.

You would always wonder if I preferred those men over you, she guessed, because she felt that way. You would always wonder if your kids were the strongest, the smartest, the fastest. You would always wonder if I was more proud of them than the others. You would always wonder, and here her voice cracked because here she cut down to the very marrow of her issue. You would wonder if I would one day leave you and take them and go live with one of those others instead of you.

Maybe Mahler was capable of sharing himself in that way and doing it right. Wylla knew she wasn't, and knew how she felt about it, rife with all the insecurities that letting herself feel for him had brought on. What if she let herself embrace this only to be kicked in the teeth for it? That's how I feel, she finished.

Except she wasn't done yet, because he wasn't done yet. His suggestion put a cold ball of horror into her throat that struck her momentarily dumb. A myriad emotions flashed through her eyes and none of them was good. If anything, he only confirmed one of her deeply rooted and totally irrational fears about this whole thing: that he regretted it and regretted her and wanted it ended. Sure, she didn't want to be pregnant with his kids, but to suggest...?

I can't believe you just said that, she ground out, voice pitched low and dangerous even as unwanted tears flooded her eyes.