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Blackthorn 58

Blackthorn 58

Chapter 58 

Lisa’s POV 

I pretended to cough. 

Claint 

It was sharp and sudden, and I saw my mother flinch. Rylan took a small step toward me, concern flashing across his face, but I gave a quick shake of my head. I was fine. 

Or at least, I would be. 

In that moment, as I coughed into my hand, I slipped the truthwood shard into my mouth. It tasted like ash 

and honey at the same time. It was burning yet oddly sweet. I adjusted it with my tongue, pressing it flat 

against the roof of my mouth like the seer had instructed. 

It’s time, Sierra whispered. No more lies. 

I nodded slightly to myself. The seer had told me this shard would reveal truth. Anyone who answered me 

while I held it in my mouth would be unable to lie. The truth would slip from their lips like water, no matter 

how hard they tried to hide it. 

I turned to my mother…no, the woman who had raised me and met her eyes. 

“Who were my real parents?” I asked calmly. 

She blinked. “Lisa, I already told you…” 

“Tell me the truth,” I interrupted. “Who were they? What were their names?” 

She hesitated. Her hands twisted together. Her eyes darted toward Rylan, then to the staircase where Kael was standing. 

“I don’t know,” she said finally. 

My breath caught. 

What? 

My fists clenched at my sides. The truthwood should be working. It should’ve made her speak the truth. 

I stared at her. “Stop lying,” I said quietly. “You do know. You can’t lie to me.” 

Was the seer wrong? 

Or… 

“I’m not lying,” she added quickly, as if she could read my thoughts. “I truly don’t know who your real parents are.” 

I stared at her, confusion swirling in my chest like a storm. The shard was working. I could feel its warmth on my tongue but her answer hadn’t changed. 

 

My mother took a deep breath and looked down at her trembling hands. “It was Alpha Alexis,” she said quietly. “He was the one who brought you to me. You were just a baby. So small. So weak. You had a scar on your chest and barely breathed.” 

“What?” My voice trembled. “Alpha Alexis?” 

She nodded slowly. “He told me that a warrior had found you… abandoned near the northern ridge, close to the border. He didn’t give names. No details. He just said the pup needed someone to look after her.” 

I stared at her in shock. 

She pressed a hand to her chest. “I didn’t know anything more, Lisa. I swear it. But I looked at you, and… I don’t know. Something about your eyes, your silence, the way you reached for me even though you were 

so small…” She trailed off, tears filling her eyes. “I said yes. I agreed to raise you.” 

I clenched my fists. 

“You say you took me in… that you raised me as your own… but you never treated me like your child,” I said 

bitterly. “Roxanne was always the favorite. Always.” 

She looked away. 

“Don’t deny it,” I snapped. “You pampered her. Praised her. And me? You made me clean up after her 

parties. You let her destroy my dresses. You watched while she humiliated me and said nothing.” 

She said nothing now, either. 

“Why didn’t you tell me I was adopted?” I asked again, this time softer. 

Her lips quivered. “Because I thought it was better that way. You were already so different. No wolf, no 

strength, no confidence. I thought if I told you… it would only make things worse.” 

I stared at her. “So instead you let me think I was just broken? That I was your biological daughter, but still 

not enough?” 

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I thought it was kinder.” 

“Kinder?” I repeated, choking on a bitter laugh. “You thought lying to me for two decades was kinder?” 

“I thought if I raised you as my own, you would eventually believe you were.” 

I turned away, trembling with anger. 

She truly didn’t know my parents. The truthwood had confirmed that. She hadn’t heard of Althea, either. When I asked her again, her confusion looked painfully real. 

“No,” she said softly. “I’ve never heard that name before in my life.” 

I could feel the shard still pulsing. The truth. It was the truth. 

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“What about Dad?” I asked. “Does he know anything else?” 

She shook her head. “No. He only knows what I told you. That Alpha Alexis brought you to us. 

I tried again. “Do you know the name of the warrior who found me?” 

“No,” she said. “Alpha Alexis never told us who it was.” 

I bit the inside of my cheek, frustration flooding me. 

So that was it? 

  

I had finally made her admit that she wasn’t my mother. But I still didn’t know who my real mother was, at least not beyond her name. I didn’t know who my father was. I had nothing except a name whispered in 

visions. 

Sierra’s voice was quiet but firm. She really doesn’t know anything more. It’s pointless to keep asking. 

I exhaled slowly, my shoulders slumping. 

“I’m going now,” I said. 

My mother stepped forward. “Lisa, please stay. With us. Just for tonight. We’ve missed you. I’ve missed 

you.” 

“There’s nothing here worth staying for,” I replied coldly. 

Just as I reached the door, Kael’s voice came from behind me. 

“Please… stay,” he said quietly. “Stay for the sake of the woman who raised you. She’s heartbroken. Look at 

her.” 

I turned and stared at him. 

He stood halfway down the stairs, his eyes shadowed and tired. There was a strange vulnerability in his 

voice, one I hadn’t heard in years. 

I let out a dry laugh. “You want me to stay? You? The reason I left this pack in the first place?” 

His jaw clenched. 

“You and your precious fiancée made sure I never felt welcome here. Don’t act like you care now.” 

“That’s not true,” he said quietly. 

I took a step toward him. “Really? So this isn’t just another game? You want me to stay so you can throw Roxanne in my face? Remind me I’m nothing? That you rejected me for her?” 

His eyes flickered. 

“I don’t care anymore, Kael,” I said. “I’ve already moved on.” 

The silence that followed was heavy. I could see it in his face, the way something cracked behind his mask. There was pain. Maybe even regret. 

 

Why does he look like that? I asked Sierra. 

Because he’s not over you. 

No. I shook my head. He had Roxanne. He had a child on the way. 

Then why does he look at you like you’re the only one he sees? 

I couldn’t answer that. 

“Let’s go,” I whispered to Rylan and reached for his hand. 

Claire 

The moment our fingers touched, warmth shot through me. He was safe and solid. I turned my back to the 

house and started toward the car with him. 

I was just about to open the door when… 

A hand gripped mine from behind. 

I froze. 

I didn’t need to look to know who it was. 

His touch was searing and felt familiar. My skin recognized him before my mind did. 

“Kael,” I said without turning. 

“Don’t go,” he said hoarsely. “Please.” 

I stood still. My heart was pounding loudly. 

Rylan stepped forward. “Let go of her.” 

Kael ignored him. His hand stayed on mine. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said. 

1 turned my head slightly, not enough to meet his eyes. “About what? You already made your choice.” 

“I made a mistake.” 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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Blackthorn

“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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