Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

It's about the only thing that's survived, Wylla replied, without noticing the full extent of her words. It was true: so much of her was stripped away over the past few years that all Wylla had left was her jealousy and her wit, and the latter was in sore need of whetting. When she was younger, she had verve and vigor to spare, enough confidence to lay nearly any wolf low, the grand ambition of youth, and few cares.

It was remarkable how thoroughly life could break the spirit of even a spitfire like Wylla, but here she was, a shell of who she had been when she led Grimnismal, when Mahler had bowed his head to her and become one of very few wolves who treated her with a modicum of respect. She failed to realize the accusation in speaking it aloud. Mahler was not the only one who had contributed but she could draw a lot of it back to him, unfair or otherwise.

Mahler asked about her mother. She gave him a sidelong searching glance, then rolled her shoulders, wincing a little when the healing one twinged. Not much to tell. She's a perpetual single mom and could flay a bear with a look. I don't know if Caiaphas took her prisoner before or after she got knocked up, or how that even happened, but she managed to flee that witch when we were born. She could only carry two of us. My dad pretty much abandoned her and she never saw him again. That's how my brother ended up separated and raised by Caiaphas.

A contemptuous grimace twisted her lips before she added, my mom's the strongest wolf I've ever met. If I could be half as strong as her... Lusca would likely scoff at the sad thing her daughter had become, if not for the love she bore her children. Maybe even then.