Moonspear like the legends of the phoenix, all ends with beginnings

Hydra was no mind reader, perceptive as she could oft be, and in the arena of desire, well, she had much to learn. The Beta was young yet, and the only desires she had were for her family to succeed in anything and everything. But this was something that felt good to her, and so she leaned in all the more to his touch. As she had his moments ago, he now had her implicit trust. As he moved toward her neck, she even revealed the length of it to him—near her jawline there might be something out of place, given that was the one area she could not reach with her own teeth. Alya and Lyra had thus far been the only two to ever have access to this part of her, but there was a feeling that bloomed within, a feeling she vaguely recognized that was quite similar to the way she felt when she had seen his grin, that caused her to. It was a thoughtless thing, one she was not aware of.