Chapter 16
Lisa’s POV
I sat on the soft couch in Rylan’s study, staring at my hands.
They were still trembling.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the tree. How it had split in half like someone had sliced it with a sword. But
no one had touched it. No one had been near it.
Except me.
I wrapped my arms around myself as a shiver crawled down my spine.
Rylan paced in front of the fireplace. He was glancing at me every now and then.
“I’ve called the pack seer,” he said firmly. “She’ll be here within the hour.”
I looked up sharply. “The seer? Why?”
“To examine you,” he said simply, like it made perfect sense.
I blinked. “Examine me? Rylan, I’m not sick.”
He turned to face me. “No. But something is happening to you. That tree-it didn’t fall. It split cleanly. Like it was cut by a blade.”
I shook my head. “That was just… a weird coincidence.”
Rylan crouched in front of me, his eyes locked with mine. “Lisa, I’ve seen trees fall before. That wasn’t
normal. It didn’t break or snap. It split right down the middle, like someone used an electric saw. You
didn’t even touch it and it moved. That’s not a coincidence.”
I pulled away, standing up. “You’re talking like I have superpowers or something. That’s crazy.”
He stood too. “Maybe not. When I was a kid, my parents told me stories. About the Moon Goddess
blessing some werewolves with divine power. It’s rare-almost forgotten-but not impossible.”
I crossed my arms. “Those are just fairytales.”
“Maybe,” he said softly. “But maybe not. The seer will confirm it. She has helped us before. She is not
some scammer.”
I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. Powers? Moon-blessed wolves? It was too much.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had somehow avoided death during training.
And now he thought I was some kind of… magical wolf?
“I’m just a regular werewolf,” I muttered. “Nothing special.”
“You’re not regular, Lisa,” he said. “You’ve never been.”
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Before I could argue, a knock sounded at the door. Rylan moved quickly to open it.
A short, frail woman stepped into the room.
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Her hair was long and silvery, almost glowing under the light. Her eyes were pale blue. She wore a long, flowing black robe, and walked with surprising grace for someone so old.
“This is Elder Mora,” Rylan said. “She is our seer.”
I stood awkwardly. I was unsure of what to say.
The old woman’s gaze settled on me.
“So,” she murmured, “this is the girl.”
I swallowed hard. “Hi.”
Her lips curled into a small smile. “Come here, child.”
I glanced at Rylan. He nodded.
Slowly, I walked over to her.
She reached into her robe and pulled out a small silver needle and a crystal bowl.
“I need a drop of your blood,” she said gently. “It will help me see.”
“See what?” I asked, my voice tight.
“Your truth.”
I hesitated. Rylan stepped beside me. “It’s safe, Lisa. I promise.”
I took a deep breath and offered her my hand. She pricked my finger with the needle. I winced slightly as a drop of blood welled up and dripped into the bowl.
She swirled it gently, then brought the bowl to her lips.
I almost gagged. “Wait-you’re going to drink it?”
She took a small sip, then closed her eyes.
“That’s… gross,” I whispered.
Rylan tried not to laugh.
The seer stood still for a moment, eyes shut, breathing slow and even. Then her eyes snapped open.
She looked at me with an intensity that made my knees weak.
“You are from an Alpha bloodline.”
I stared at her. “No, I’m not. My parents are both Betas.”
She shook her head. “No. You have Alpha blood in you. Strong and ancient. And something more… divine.”
“Divine?” I echoed, stepping back. “What does that even mean?”
“You are one of the Moon-blessed,” she said. “Chosen. You have powers that no ordinary werewolf
possesses.”
I blinked at her like she had two heads. “This must be a joke.”
She said nothing.
I turned to Rylan. “She’s messing with us. This is fake. A trick. You said she has helped before, but maybe
she just wants money.”
Rylan stared at me. “Lisa… I saw what you did. That tree split clean in half without being touched. That
wasn’t fake.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” I shouted. “I was scared! I screamed! That’s it!”
“She’s telling the truth,” the seer said calmly. “Your powers are only beginning to awaken. In time, they will
grow stronger. But even now, they stir when you’re in danger. When you feel deeply.”
I shook my head again. “No. This doesn’t make sense. My parents would have told me. If I was special… if
I had Alpha blood… they would’ve said something.”
The seer tilted her head. “Perhaps they are not your true parents.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I whispered.
She looked at me, voice gentle. “Perhaps the ones who raised you… are not your biological parents.”
I took a step back like she had slapped me. “How dare you say that?”
“I only speak what the blood tells me.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not true. If I was adopted, I would know. Someone
would’ve told me. I would feel it.”
Rylan looked at me, his expression unreadable.
“I need to go,” I whispered, “Please.”
“Lisa-” Rylan began.
“I said I need to go.”
Without waiting, I rushed out of the room.
My legs carried me down the hallway, past the grand staircase, through the garden. I didn’t stop until I was hidden behind the tall hedges, where no one could see me.
I collapsed onto a stone bench, burying my face in my hands.
“Is she lying?” I whispered to myself. “She has to be lying.”
Sierra stirred inside me. “I don’t think she is.”
I frowned. “How can you say that? She doesn’t know anything about me.”
“She tasted our blood,” Sierra replied. “She saw something. I felt it too. Something powerful is waking up
inside us.”
“No,” I whispered. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to be different.”
“Maybe that’s why your parents never treated you the same,” Sierra said gently. “Maybe that’s why Roxanne always came first. Because they knew. You aren’t really their daughter.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“No,” I said again, firmer this time. “They’re my parents. I don’t care what that woman says. They raised
- That’s all that matters.”
But doubt crept in.
The way my mother looked at me… distant. The way my father never hugged me the way he hugged
Roxanne. The way they ignored my birthday every year.
Was it true?
Had I really been adopted?
“No,” I said aloud. “I won’t believe that.”
I sat there in silence, the wind rustling the leaves around me. My heart beat hard against my ribs.
If I wasn’t their real daughter… then who were my real parents?
And why did I have these powers?
A sudden sound made me look up.
