Silver Moraine If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part

If ever a wolf could shoot a laser from their eye, it would be Wylla. Her gaze attempted to pierce through Sunhawk to his very heart, which she would have telekinetically crushed if she had the power to do so. If he was telling the truth, then she was jumping to conclusions and had already endangered her pack by being so reactive to his presence. A clever wolf would work out that she had a reason for behaving that way and would know that her family must be somewhere nearby.

Don't let me catch you in this area again, she snapped, bristling. But that was all she did. She stepped away from him and began to leave, keeping him in her sights and angling her course toward the Sunspires rather than where her home really was. If Sunhawk did report back to Umbra, then she was determined that he would tell her the wrong direction to go if she sought vengeance against herself or Mahler.