Moonspear fortune definitely favored us, but no one celebrated

Hydra had inherited her mothers rough brand of affection, and so administered each nip and nudge in turn—and she grinned broadly toward her father as he came to meet them. The Beta moved to nip her younger brothers ear, her gaze upon him calculating. Now that he was growing older, surely he would grow wiser. He had spent plenty of time in the company of the soft Rannoch—she hoped his edges were not round. If they were, she would sharpen them. Galaxy had been soft. Korei Julia, too. Vela had only some edge, and even that Hydra was not certain could ever be counted on. Perhaps Drogon would make it so. 

Her mothers words were heeded initially with a slow rotation of one ear. Hydra turned her head toward her, and her gaze shifted to her father. Hydra had briefed them on every cowardly word Rannoch had uttered. The shit his wolf-centipede counterpart had placed into his mouth that he spewed the instant they were detached. Well, when one swallowed enough toxic, it was only a matter of time before it was projected. 

It is good they are gone. They would not have protected the future. They had no desire to truly protect our present, She acknowledged, now circling protectively around Jarilo. Vela and Jarilo were the last two they had left of her parents latest litter. Hydra imagined that the very instant Liffey and Rannoch left, they sought the man that let her sister die. That fled from her corpse. It sickened her. What was worse—she saw Terance, warming up to the yellow-bellied, one-eyed bastard. Wraen, Rannoch, Terance—wolves she had been nothing but honest and protective toward. Wolves she had thought to trust. Wolves that she now knew were liars. Even Liffey she had been kind toward. Stupid bitch. 

Hydra had regrets. Kindness toward every single one of them was among them. Friendship was exhausting, and evidently pointless work; she had needed to hold back her own desires in consideration of them. Well, she would not make the same mistake twice. 

She looked at Jarilo. Their kindness—it was all a lie. A ruse. Perhaps to keep their cowardly friend alive, she thought aloud. To distract us. Well, it had worked then. Friendship had put an effective muzzle upon her and kept her at a peaceful heel. But they took that all with them. None of them could hope to be spared if they came too near to Moonspear again. She nipped Jarilo with a rough fondness. Family is all we can truly trust and count on, as he himself surely saw.