Chapter 65 Something About Her Past

• ​Lyra had gotten back to her mansion after an attempted assassination. Dara panicked when she saw how Lyra's neck was getting swollen, the skin turning a bruised, mottled purple. They called Pack doctors to heal her, but despite their best efforts and high-grade ointments, nothing happened. The wounds refused to knit together.
• ​“She's… she's a witch!” Lyra cried out in pain as she scattered things around her in a fit of agony and rage. The pink scarf she had wrapped around her neck was already soaked through with blood.
• ​“What did she do…” Dara was terrified; she had never seen such a thing before. Elara was a half-breed without a wolf, a girl they had stepped on for months. How was she able to injure Lyra in such a way?