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Blackthorn 62

Blackthorn 62

 

Chapter 62 

Lisa’s POV_ 

The wind was cold on my skin as I stepped outside. The morning sun was climbing slowly above the trees, but its light felt dull and distant. My eyes locked on Kael the moment I saw him. 

He was waiting just beyond the garden path near the stone fountain. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his coat. His eyes were scanning the path until they landed on me. A faint smile tugged at his 

lips. 

I didn’t smile back. 

“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice sharp. “What do you want now?” 

Kael’s smile faltered, but he didn’t look away. “I have something important to talk to you about.” 

I don’t have time for your games, Kael. Make it quick.” 

He took a slow step forward but I didn’t move. 

“Lisa,” he said gently, “please forgive me. I know I’ve hurt you. More than I ever should have.” 

I lifted my hand, cutting him off. “Oh, please. Stop with your sweet act. You expect me to believe this 

sudden change of heart? Is that why you came here? To beg for forgiveness after everything you’ve done?” 

His jaw tightened. “No. I came because I needed to give you something. Something that belongs to you.” 

I stared at him in confusion. 

He reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a small gold chain. Dangling from it was a delicate 

pendant. It was shaped like a teardrop. It was smooth and polished. The metal shimmered softly. 

My breath caught. 

“What is that?” I asked quietly. 

“It’s yours,” he said. “Your mother left it with you. When the warrior brought you to my father, this was around your neck.” 

My eyes widened. I took a step forward. My heart was pounding wildly. 

“She…….what?” 

Kael extended the pendant toward me. “Your adoptive mother forgot to mention it. She was distraught when you came over and questioned her. She asked me to bring this to you. This… this was yours from the beginning.” 

I reached out and took the chain from his hand. It was surprisingly warm. My fingers shook as I opened 

the locket. 

Inside was a tiny photograph. It was faded but still clear. A woman with soft eyes and long brown hair held 

 

a baby in her arms. Her expression was gentle and protective. 

My knees nearly gave out. 

“It’s her,” I whispered. “It’s Althea.” 

Sierra’s voice trembled in my mind. It’s your mother, Lisa. This is real. 

Claire 

Tears stung my eyes. This was the only thing I had….my only connection to the woman who gave birth to me. My only piece of her.. 

Kael watched me carefully. “I thought you should have it.” 

I clutched the pendant to my chest. “Why are you doing this, Kael? Why now?” 

“Because it’s your right,” he said. “And because this is the only thing that remains from your birth mother.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “You think giving me this makes up for what you did? For rejecting me? For choosing Roxanne? For letting me believe I was worthless?” 

His face darkened. “I never thought you were worthless.” 

“You made me feel like I was.” 

He stepped closer. “I was wrong. I know that. I’ve known that for a long time now.” 

“Then why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I snapped. “Why did you wait until now?” 

“Because I was a coward,” he admitted. “I thought I was doing what was right. But I was just scared-of my feelings, of the bond, of what loving you meant.” 

I flinched. “Don’t say that.” 

“But it’s the truth,” he said. “When I saw you again in Frostbane, it all came back. Everything I tried to bury.” 

I looked away. “It’s too late for this.” 

“No, it’s not,” he said, stepping even closer. “Lisa, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I still had to 

try.” 

I didn’t respond. The pendant was still clutched tightly in my hand. 

“I know how hard this must be for you,” Kael said softly. “If I had lived my whole life thinking my parents were mine, only to find out I was adopted… I’d feel betrayed too.” 

I scoffed. “Don’t pretend you understand.” 

“I’m not pretending,” he said. “I just….I’m trying to see the world through your eyes. And maybe they thought they were protecting you by keeping it secret.” 

“What a hypocrite,” I muttered. “Now you want to be kind and understanding? Now you want to show 

empathy?” 

He didn’t answer right away. “I don’t expect you to believe me. Or to care. I just wanted you to have this.” 

 

He motioned to the pendant. 

I took a shaky breath. “Thank you… for bringing it. But that doesn’t change anything.” 

He nodded slowly. “I know.” 

“Is that all?” I asked coldly. 

He hesitated. “Just one more thing.” 

I turned to leave. 

“Wait….please,” he said quickly. “If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me… I’ll be here. Always. If you 

ever need help, or answers, or anything, you can come to me.” 

His voice broke slightly. “Never forget that, Lisa.” 

I didn’t look back. 

I walked away. 

At the top of the steps, Rylan stood waiting. His face was unreadable. 

As I reached him, he nodded toward Kael. “Fred will escort him out.” 

Fred stepped out of the shadows and headed toward Kael. 

“What did he want?” Rylan asked me. 

I opened my hand and showed him the pendant. “My mother gave this to me. She forgot to mention it 

when we visited her. She gave it to Kael to pass to me.” 

Rylan took the locket and examined it. He opened it slowly. 

“That’s her,” I said softly. “That’s Althea.” 

He studied the picture. “At least you have something of hers now. A memory. A piece of her.” 

I nodded, my chest tight. 

Then Rylan frowned. His eyes were still on the locket. 

“Maybe…” he said thoughtfully, “maybe we can show this to the seer.” 

I blinked. “The seer?” 

He nodded. “Now that we have a photo of your mother, she might be able to trace something. A place, a connection, a memory. Something that will help.” 

I stared at the pendant again. 

“I didn’t think of that,” I whispered. “That’s a great idea.” 

Sierra stirred gently. We might finally get some answers. 

 

I closed my hand around the chain. 

“Yes,” I said. “Let’s do it.” 

 

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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