Ankyra Sound I cut my hand upon my blade

Rosalyn did not buy the answer she received. To her mind, there had been nothing the witch wanted aside from the destruction of those she hated. Perhaps this wolf could have offered that, but would Caiaphas have accepted this help, when she seemed to take such joy in tearing down those around her herself? She hadn't thought of her in so long.

I suppose this thing you have, it would be useless now. And that my pack would have nothing to offer you, in comparison to a mad witch. Rosalyn responded, a slight mocking edge to the words. She might not recognize Wylla, but something about the woman was beginning to strike a discordant note within her, be it the talk of old enemies or something else.