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AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Two days passed by like a breeze, but Lyra was still seated in her bed with trails of tears against her cheek. The cry of her baby brought her back to reality as she smiled a bit.

“You must be hungry, little one” She picked him up slowly and fed him

Fresh tears made its way to Lyra's eyes, and she tried to push it away, but it was too strong and too hot to be pushed away. Lyra was heartbroken from the rejection, but she was scattered about her dead son.

Ragnar didn't return the baby for a check-up and she was banished from the pack...