Jade Fern Grove the source of terror

Hydra moved through the Grove with Lyra at her side. Not for a moment had she given up hope, and here and now she felt close. There was peaks ahead to scale, and it was toward them the sisters moved now. Despite the lack of Alya’s scent here, Hydra felt it in her bones–this was the right way. 

Her step was confident, proud. There was no explanation for what she felt within, she simply knew to keep going. And Hydra abided by that, and that alone, determined to find what she was looking for.