Hideaway Strath A freak, a wh*re

Maybe one day it would be Nyra's turn to run. But from the way things looked, that day was far, and distant. 
As for being broken? Nyra was already shattered in a number of ways.
Not necessarily in the manner being implied, but if a shaky, unstable sense of right and wrong could be considered shattered, then she was it. 

"He is." The Shieldmaiden agreed coolly, in response to Sasha's statement of Kynareth being a great wolf. 

As for Nyra's eyes...yes. As blazing of an inferno as her eyes were in color, there was a dangerous coldness that seared through. Perhaps like a void as Sasha saw, but blatantly telling of the willingness to kill, to slaughter...

To destroy. 
As Sasha stepped back once, the Monster didn't move. 
Sasha would be allowed her retreat. Once she was gone, Nyra herself would turn around and find something else to do.