Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

She shared the same sentiment as her sisters — the stranger had surely lost her sanity. It was the only reason as to why she thought simply apologising for her grave error would let her walk away from this. Had she stayed at their borders and announced her presence then maybe her night would have turned out differently. Lyra felt a tinge of guilt — compounded further when the dark female started to beg — but knew there was no going back now. Hydra and Alya had made their intentions clear and Lyra knew the price for this would be death, regardless of how she felt about the matter.

The screams did not help, however.

Lyra diverted her gaze as she tugged back on the woman's scruff, teeth piercing soft flesh. She forced her to reveal her tender throat to Hydra who she knew would go in for the kill while her mirror images were the ones to keep the stranger still. She let out a soft, pleading whine as Hydra dove for the throat, catching her blue gaze with a look that simply said make it quick.