Nova Peak schädigen

But Wylla felt not only the flood of pleasure to hear that Nyx was gone. She felt relief; it lifted like a heavy blanket from her shoulders, spreading warmth through her core and down to her toes. The Ostrega's shadow had ever touched the corners of her mind, making her uncomfortable in her own home—a home she oft felt she'd done significantly more for than her golden counterpart, though it was impossible to say what Nyx had contributed prior to Wylla's arrival.

If it was up to her, this would have happened ages ago. Because Nyx had birthed cubs in her pack, under her rule, without seeking her permission as leading female. Mahler's inexplicable fondness for the woman had been her only saving grace, the cause for her avoidance, and the very same had ever haunted Wylla with the fear that she and hers would always have to contend with—and come second to—Nyx Ostrega. Her imagination was quick to run wild, as it always had, and she always felt justified in believing that Mahler secretly loved Nyx and her pups better than he loved her and Phaedra. And Thade, she mentally reminded herself. Mahler had said otherwise time and time again, but she could not trust him in this.

That fear had pressed her down like a thumb and made her future unpleasant to consider, and now it lifted and made her feel lighter. Empathy wasn't her strong suit, so she didn't care for Mahler's heavy sorrow in the wake of it. Would he have moped if she left with Phaedra or would he have felt relief that there was no longer a secondary obligation? Not that she would have ever done that. Phaedra needed her father, whether or not he truly needed her back. But Wylla had always felt that since the birth of Ciri and Elke, he saw their daughter and her upset as more of a burden than a choice he had made outside of a contract, and found his joy only in the former.

(Wylla imagined a great many things and drew many conclusions, and every one of them was spiteful and biased and largely untrue).

Good, she said firmly. I always knew she was good for nothing. It's high time you saw it, too. Bet she planned this all along. It would explain why her scent was never strong on the borders and why her presence at Nova Peak felt so scarce. Still Wylla remained oblivious to the part she'd supposedly played—she had, after all, done her utmost to avoid them rather than harass them.