Chapter 56- Bloodline Of the Farrell Pack

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Aaron steps forward from his mother's side, Lyra snaps her hand over his arm.

"Do not leave your place," She warned Aaron, her firstborn child wanting to help but he can't

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"Do not leave your place," She warned Aaron, her firstborn child wanting to help but he can't. Lyra does not want him to put himself in any danger he's unable to defend himself like his sisters.

"I cannot stand by like I did when I was younger," He told his parents his Mother looked at him with worry but had to remain strong in face of their pack and their other allies

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"I cannot stand by like I did when I was younger," He told his parents his Mother looked at him with worry but had to remain strong in face of their pack and their other allies.

"Lyra let him go, he's their brother," Alpha Axel allowed his son to go on escorted by the other young wolves of the pack, Maggie and Luke, to witness the horrors and its cruelty against hybrids so they'll never forget.

"Aaron, what you'll see in there you cannot unsee, my son," Lyra told her son, holding onto his hands and looking at Maggie and Luke telling them to never leave each other's side. Then Tommy and Markus brought forth the two vampire council members after Kathryn cut off the nerves to make sure they were incapable of running away.

King Erik stoodby to witness the siege of the camps and that Lyra was not through with the fallen council members of the vampires. Lyra knew her ancestral rituals and sacred acts of her tribe passed down to her and her children.

Lyra ordered the women of her pack to retreat and surround the vampires as the sky still blacked by the clouds made torches to show them what she brought before them.

"As a final farewell to the life I had lived before, and to be welcomed as the Grand Lady of New York. I will show you the misinterpretations of your actions." Lyra seethed in a calm voice, her eyes resembling the great flames of hell.

" Lyra seethed in a calm voice, her eyes resembling the great flames of hell

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