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Blackthorn 6

Blackthorn 6

Chapter 6

_Lisa’s POV_ Everything was white. At first, I thought that I was dead. The ceiling above me was so bright it almost hurt to look at. I blinked a few times, trying to focus my eyes. The blinding white slowly cleared, and I realized I was staring at a smooth ceiling. It wasn’t the sky. It wasn’t the forest. It was a room. I turned my head slowly. My neck ached. My whole body ached. Pain pulsed through me like fire under my skin. Where was I? I looked around with blurry eyes. The walls were pale. There was a window to my left with thin curtains blowing in the breeze. The faint smell of disinfectant and herbs filled the air. Machines beeped softly near my bed. A hospital? Yes. It looked like a hospital room. I was alive. I was… alive? A gasp escaped my lips as I tried to move. The pain shot up my side, making me cry out softly. My ribs hurt. My arms were bruised. My legs felt stiff. Everything throbbed. Then I heard a voice. “She’s waking up! Please call the doctor!” I blinked and turned my head to the right. My vision was still hazy, but I saw a shape—tall, dark-haired, sitting near my bed. His face came into focus. Those brown eyes. I knew him. It was the man from the forest—the one who had saved me. He smiled gently when he saw me looking at him. Relief spread across his face. He stood up and walked to my side. I flinched. I was still scared, but his voice was calm and warm. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning closer. “Don’t worry. The doctor will be here soon. You’re safe. No one will harm you.” His words sank into me like sunlight. For the first time in days, I didn’t feel hunted. “I’m glad you’re awake,” he said. “You lost a lot of blood. I was… I was really worried.” I opened my mouth, but my throat was dry. He poured water into a cup and held it to my lips. I sipped slowly, my hands shaking. “Where… am I?” I asked in a weak whisper. “And… who are you?” “You’re at the Frostbane Pack,” he said gently. “I’m Alpha Rylan.” His name suited him. He was strong, quiet and calm. I stared at him, trying to understand. Frostbane Pack? I had heard of them. They were powerful and distant. A pack that kept to itself. They didn’t get involved in other pack affairs. And yet… their Alpha had saved me? “What’s your name?” he asked. “I’m… Lisa,” I said. “From the Nightshade Pack.” He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “What were you doing all alone in the forest?” he asked. “You were lucky I was returning from a meeting with my men that night. I heard your cries. If I hadn’t…” He didn’t finish. I could hear the heaviness in his voice. I swallowed hard. My eyes burned with tears I couldn’t stop. “I ran away,” I said quietly. His brows lifted just a little. “Why?” I hesitated, but I was too tired to lie. “My mate rejected me,” I whispered. “He chose my older sister instead. I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t take it.” Alpha Rylan looked at me for a long moment. Then he slowly sat down again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “No one should go through that kind of pain.” My lips trembled. “Everyone supported him. Even my parents. They didn’t care. I was… nothing to them.” “I understand,” he said softly. “Sometimes, the people who should protect us are the ones who hurt us most.” I looked at him, surprised. His voice held a quiet kind of sadness, as if he knew exactly what I meant. “You don’t have to go back there,” he said. “If you want, you can stay here. In Frostbane. We’ll keep you safe.” My chest tightened. Safe. No one had ever said that to me before. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but my hands were too weak. He handed me a tissue. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you so much.” The door opened, and a man in a white coat entered. He looked to be in his late forties, with silver hair and kind eyes. “Alpha,” the doctor said with a nod. “And you must be our mystery guest.” I smiled weakly. “She’s Lisa,” Rylan said. “From the Nightshade pack.” The doctor nodded. “Let’s take a look at you, Lisa.” He checked my pulse, examined my wounds, and gently pressed my side. I winced. “Hm. Your wolf is strong,” the doctor said. “Some of your injuries have already begun to heal. That’s a good sign.” I blinked. “Sierra… saved me. I thought I would die.” The doctor smiled softly. “She’s still with you. You’ll be alright, Lisa. But you need rest. A lot of it.” He turned to Alpha Rylan. “She’ll need to stay here under observation for a few more days. Her injuries are healing, but she’s still weak. She lost a lot of blood.” Rylan nodded. “Do whatever she needs.” The doctor patted my hand gently. “Try to sleep, dear. We’ll take care of you.” He left the room. Rylan turned to me. His brown eyes were serious, but gentle. “If you need anything, just ask the nurses. You’re not alone here.” I nodded slowly. My throat tightened again. He stood up and brushed a lock of hair from his eyes. “I have some important matters to take care of,” he said. “But I’ll be back later to check on you.” I watched him turn to leave. Before he walked out, he paused at the door and looked back. “I’m glad I found you, Lisa. You’re safe now. I promise.” Then he was gone. I stared at the door long after he left. Safe. I whispered the word in my mind, again and again. I closed my eyes. For the first time in forever, I didn’t feel like running. I didn’t feel like hiding. I felt… hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something new.
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“The Wolf Who Couldn’t Shift”


1. The Outcast of Nightshade Pack

Lisa had always been the outcast of her own home — a wolf without a wolf.

In the Nightshade Pack, turning twenty-one meant power, dominance, and pride. Every werewolf her age had already shifted, embracing their animal half. But Lisa hadn’t. Her wolf had never emerged.

Because of that, she was treated as an anomaly, a failure, and a source of shame.
Her parents ignored her. The pack ridiculed her. Even her own blood — her beautiful, perfect sister Roxanne — made her life a living nightmare.

Roxanne was everything Lisa wasn’t: strong, admired, and loved. The perfect daughter. The shining jewel of the family. And to make matters worse, Roxanne was dating Kael Blackthorn, the Alpha’s son — a man everyone respected and desired.

For Lisa, that was the final reminder of her insignificance. Every time she saw them together, it only highlighted the chasm between their worlds.


2. A Celebration That Wasn’t Hers

That night was Roxanne’s birthday, and their mother had transformed their home into a grand venue — lights, laughter, and music filled the air. Roxanne had been gifted a stunning red gown, handpicked by their mother, while Lisa was given a single task: serve the guests.

No one remembered Lisa’s birthday a few months ago. No cake. No presents. No “happy birthday.” Her parents had said it plainly before — Roxanne came first.
Lisa was simply expected to sacrifice and stay silent.

Still, she wanted to look decent. She chose a modest navy-blue dress, applied light makeup, and promised herself she wouldn’t let the night break her.

But the universe — or rather, Roxanne — had other plans.


3. Sister Cruelty

The door burst open, and Roxanne walked in like a queen entering a servant’s quarters. Her crimson lips curved into a smirk.

“What are you doing? You should be downstairs, not wasting time,” she sneered.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Lisa replied softly, trying to keep her calm.

Roxanne’s eyes glinted with malice. Without warning, she snatched Lisa’s face cream from the dresser and poured it all over her dress.

Lisa gasped as the thick cream soaked through the fabric, staining it completely.

“Roxanne!” she cried, panic and disbelief trembling in her voice. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re embarrassing,” Roxanne replied coldly. “You think dressing up will make people notice you? No one cares what you look like, Lisa. You’re nothing but a burden.”

Tears blurred Lisa’s vision as she ran downstairs, desperate for justice. But when she told their mother what had happened, she was met with scorn.

“Roxanne would never do that,” her mother said sharply. “Stop making excuses. Go change and get back to work.”

And there Roxanne stood beside her, smug and triumphant, watching Lisa break in silence.


4. The Invisible Sister

Lisa changed into an old, faded dress — dull and shapeless.
When she finally entered the main hall, guests were already laughing and drinking, the music echoing through the night.

She moved quietly among them, balancing trays and forcing smiles. She served drinks, ignored whispers, and endured Roxanne’s cruel jokes.

One of Roxanne’s friends gave Lisa a small, pitying smile.
“Oh, you must be Lisa, right? Roxanne’s sister?”

Before Lisa could answer, Roxanne appeared and laughed loudly.
“Don’t bother talking to her! She’s just the help tonight — our little maid.”

Her friends giggled, glancing at Lisa like she was a joke.
“She’s really your sister?” one asked. “She doesn’t even look like she belongs here.”

“She doesn’t,” Roxanne said proudly. “She’s an embarrassment to the family.”

The laughter burned like fire in Lisa’s ears. But she didn’t fight back.
She had learned long ago that silence hurt less than hope.


5. The Alpha’s Arrival

Suddenly, the noise died down. All eyes turned toward the entrance.

The Alpha, Luna, and their son Kael Blackthorn — Roxanne’s boyfriend — had arrived. Their presence demanded respect, their aura commanding silence.

Kael was striking — tall, dark-haired, eyes sharp and unreadable. Power radiated from him effortlessly.
He walked straight to Roxanne, pulling her into his arms, kissing her in front of everyone.

The crowd cheered. Roxanne basked in the attention like it was her birthright.

Lisa’s stomach twisted. Not out of jealousy — but from the ache of being so invisible even to those who shared her blood.

“Lisa!” Roxanne called, her tone dripping with authority. “Bring drinks for me and Kael.”

Lisa obeyed. She returned with a tray of crystal glasses, keeping her head down. But when she approached, she felt his gaze.

Kael was watching her.

“Is that your sister?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “What’s her name? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

Roxanne laughed, tightening her arm around him.
“Oh, don’t bother. She’s not important. Just the family failure. Focus on me.”

Then she kissed him again — possessive, showy, territorial.


6. The Breaking Point

Something inside Lisa snapped.

For years, she had swallowed humiliation, endured cruelty, and told herself it didn’t matter. But as she stood there, watching her sister claim everything — their parents’ love, the pack’s respect, even Kael’s attention — something deep within her stirred.

Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was pain. Maybe it was the first stirrings of the wolf she thought she’d never have.

But it was there — hot, alive, awake.

She placed the tray down calmly, ignoring Roxanne’s voice calling after her.
She walked away — past the laughter, past the whispers, past every face that had ever looked at her with pity.

They could laugh. They could mock.
But one day, they would see.


7. A Shift Waiting to Happen

As the night went on, Lisa slipped quietly outside. The cool air hit her face, carrying the scent of pine and moonlight.

The party’s laughter echoed behind her, but she barely heard it. Her heart pounded with a strange rhythm, her blood burning beneath her skin.

Something was happening — a pull in her soul, a whisper in her bones.

She tilted her head toward the moon, feeling its glow on her skin.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel weak. She felt something ancient stirring inside her, clawing to be free.

Maybe her wolf wasn’t gone.
Maybe it had just been waiting — for the moment Lisa stopped begging to be seen, and started seeing herself.


8. The Beginning of Change

Inside, the celebration continued. Roxanne laughed, oblivious to the storm brewing.

Kael’s eyes flicked toward the window where Lisa stood in the moonlight. For a brief second, something unreadable crossed his expression — curiosity, or maybe recognition.

He didn’t know it yet. None of them did.
But the quiet, invisible girl they had mocked all her life was about to become something far greater than any of them could imagine.

Because sometimes, the wolves who are late to shift…
Are the ones destined to lead the pack.

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