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Wylla listened as Mahler spoke, but made no motion to volunteer herself for a war effort of any description. There were almost certainly new lives growing within her this very moment. Very few wolves were worth Wylla taking that kind of risk, and Laurel was absolutely not one of them.

But her mouth fell open when he said he would be going to the valley. Absolutely not, she snarled. He would seriously risk his neck and risk never meeting his children for this bitch? Wylla had had quite enough of being lower priority in his plans but this was ten steps too far. You are going nowhere. Her gaze cut sharply to Laurel. If Duskfire agrees to help, you go alone or with whatever friends you have, but whatever you did to provoke them, this whole mess is your fault. You brought it to our home. This is your fight, not Rivenwood's.

In another place and time, she could have felt bad that Laurel's children were taken and for the loss of her sister, and she certainly did blame Sequoia's inaction in part for why they could not prevent the cubs from being snatched. If Sequoia wished to help now and risk her hide, Wylla would not stop her despite the obvious pain and panic both Druid and Witch were exhibiting. Wylla, though, would have no part of it. All evidence pointed to Laurel as the problem. Ursus had come for her by name. If it was a blood feud then it was her problem to deal with.

If they do not agree to help then there is nothing we can do. We could not fight them on our turf and we cannot fight them on theirs. She set her jaw. She remembered keenly the pain of Thade's disappearance. In another time she would have sympathized. But if Laurel would not be ejected from Rivenwood for whatever she had done to bring Ursus down on them, then she best get ready to kiss her children goodbye.

Wylla would not help, and she would not allow Mahler to risk his life and leave her widowed with their new cubs, either. She would incapacitate him herself if she must.