Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

The begging did not give Hydra pause. She thought the very same as Alya—the other had known they trespassed, and yet had continued to move within Moonspear... deeper still into the territory. The trio that guarded this place within slept very near to its heart this evening (alternating at will), and there was no reason for the other to be here. Their begging had come too late—and it was for naught. Lyra held her, and so too did Alya, now—Hydra rushed for the vulnerable throat that Lyra had enabled her to grip with her pulling. She would suffocate the trespasser, or would tear out her throat—whichever happened first. Her fangs sought purchase upon the larynx, and if they landed they would squeeze the life out of the mad stranger.