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Lyra's Fury.
Lyra’s Pov. I stormed through the corridors of the packhouse, my footsteps heavy against the tiled floors, as anger coursed through my veins. I had just faced one of the worst humiliations of my life, I felt like breaking the floor open and letting it swallow me whole. That would be the only remedy for how humiliated I felt. My hands trembled at my sides, not from fear, but from barely contained rage. Every breath I took burned in my chest. The air felt too thick, pressing against me, suffocating. Ariel had just stood there, her expression infuriatingly calm, as she told me to leave the pack. As if she had any right. As if I were some outsider. Everything she had was thanks to my mum, and me, but that ungrateful brat repaid me by treating me like a rogue, like a nobody. We co
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