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"the bypass. east of here," mahler answered crisply, hackles bristling involuntarily at the ringing snap of her teeth and the hatred that seemed to wreathe from wylla. "thade comes and goes. phaedra is distant as ever. you left our children in my care, and i have protected them."
betrayal nor inclement weather nor the embedded rage of the one for whom his heart pined most would remove that treasured obligation from his shelf. charcoal ear flicked. he would provide an explanation if she asked, else mahler sought then to step aside, pointedly leveling his lavender stare upon the fiery she-wolf with a pregnant silence. 
noctisardor was theirs. would she accompany him there? or would she remain in this ice-green grove, seeking to skewer him with her rage?