Moonspear White And Red Roses

Hydra had not been near to where Korei had found access to Moonspear, patrolling some distance away. But the scent of heat was a beacon to any wolf, her included. At once, Hydra ran toward it; the scent of stranger, of once-sister, was indistinguishable to the matriarch as she went. She simply knew she needed to handle this now; if her subordinates did not understand it, she would teach them patiently enough and harry them out of their heats were they not mated and she not spoken to. 

So it was no wonder that Hydra came upon Korei Julia so late. By the time she had found her, her pale sister had made it some ways up; Hydra scarcely recognized her, thin and scrawny as she was. Isilme was much too young to go into heat, and there were no pale woman among them. Hydra advanced upon the stranger with a low snarl; whoever this was had made their final error in this lifetime. The last thing they would know, as so many had come to, would be the face of death.