Noctisardor Bypass entlaufen

Mahler said nothing. That was somehow worse than if he had chosen that moment to blame her for everything.

She set her jaw and followed him from the bypass, shedding all thought of Laurel, Sequoia and Ursus at the threshold. What use was there thinking of them or what they might think? If not for them — for Laurel provoking Ursus somehow, for Sequoia hiding like a little bitch — none of this might have happened. If they wanted to blame someone for the dissolution of Rivenwood then they could blame themselves. Wylla had no regrets, only relief that Mahler had not chosen to risk his neck.

When he fell back with Phaedra, Wylla led the way to the mountains. She knew better than to try to speak to him now. He was not happy to be leaving — this was a relief for her, but no doubt he was being eaten up by guilt. It was not his to bear, but no sense trying to reason with him now. She led on into the snow, and like her mate, did not look back.