Blackthorn 117

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Lisa’s POV

The room was silent except for the sound of my own ragged breathing. My hands clutched the diary so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My mother’s words still echoed in my head. Every sentence was carving itself into my heart like a knife.

Morana had been sitting quietly. She was watching me with her unreadable silver eyes. Finally, she spoke,

her tone heavy.

Lisa… you must understand something.”

Her voice sent a shiver through me. I lifted my eyes to hers, already bracing myself for more pain.

“Your mother did not simply escape Fenric and live peacefully,” she said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried like thunder in the room. “No. Fenric was furious when he realized she had slipped away from him. His fury was… unlike anything I had ever seen.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat. “What… what did he do?”

Morana’s lips pressed into a thin line. “He declared war.”

The words struck me like a blow. My stomach twisted.

“What?” My voice cracked.

She nodded slowly. “He unleashed his coven. Witches and warlocks rained fire down on Nightcrest. He set the pack ablaze. The night sky was nothing but smoke and screams. No one was spared. Your

grandparents… your mother’s parents… they were killed in that war. He wiped out the Nightcrest pack in

blood and flame.”

Tears blurred my vision. My chest ached so badly it felt like it would split apart. “No… no, please,” I

whispered. “Not them…”

Sierra’s voice growled darkly in my head. The bastard. He destroyed everything. He will pay for this.

1 pressed a hand over my heart. I was trying hard to breathe. Every word Morana spoke burned deeper into

Morana’s eyes softened just slightly, though her voice stayed steady. “But your mother survived. She

escaped the flames. She was not alone. Someone saved her.”

My tears spilled over. They were trailing hot down my cheeks. “Who?”

“Aaron,” Morana said quietly.

The name hung in the air like smoke.

I blinked through my tears. “Aaron…?”

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Morana leaned forward. Her silver hair was glinting in the candlelight. “Aaron was the son of Nightcrest’s

Beta. He was brave, loyal and he was your mother’s true mate.”

The words slammed into me. My breath caught in my chest. “What?”

Morana nodded slowly, her gaze steady on mine. “Yes. He was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess for

her. Not Fenric. Aaron was her destined mate. The one she was meant to spend her life with.”

I felt dizzy. My hands trembled against the diary in my lap. “But… she said… Selene told her Fenric was her

mate. She felt the bond.”

Morana’s face darkened. “That was Fenric’s deception. He is a warlock, Lisa. He twisted her bond with a

spell. He made her wolf believe he was hers. It was false. It was all lies.”

Sierra’s voice brushed softly against my thoughts. “Lisa… do you remember the vision we saw? The one

where Althea was with Aaron?”

My heart tightened at the memory. “Yes. He looked at her like she was everything. Like the whole world.”

Sierra hummed gently. “That’s because she was. Aaron was her true mate, Lisa. That’s why he was so

protective and so affectionate with her. It wasn’t just duty, it was love.”

I couldn’t stop shaking. My chest heaved. “So all this time… she was tricked? She thought she found her

mate, but…”

Sierra’s voice cut in. It was sharp with fury. Fenric stole her mate. He stole her future. Just like he is trying

to steal yours.

I buried my face in my hands for a moment. I was trembling. My heart ached for my mother. For her hope.

For the love she had dreamed of only to have it shattered.

Morana’s voice softened. “When Aaron found her in the chaos, he saved her. He carried her from the

burning ruins. He did not abandon her, Lisa. He was her true mate, and he protected her and you both.”

Fresh tears burned my eyes. My voice was hoarse. “Then what happened? Where did they go?”

“They sought refuge in a neighboring pack,” Morana explained. “For a time, she was safe. She lived in

hiding with Aaron by her side.”

I clutched the diary against my chest as if holding onto the last piece of her would keep me from falling

apart. “She was happy? With him?”

Morana’s gaze softened, “For a little while, yes. But Fenric did not give up. He hunted her relentlessly. And eventually… he found her.”

I froze. My entire body went numb.

“No…” My voice was barely a whisper.

Morana closed her eyes briefly before speaking. “He killed her.”

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The air left my lungs. I felt like I had been stabbed straight through the heart. “No! No, she…..”

1 am sorry, Lisa,” Morana said firmly, though there was a flicker of sorrow in her voice. “But it is the truth. He killed Althea. And still… he could not lift the curse from his coven. Even with her blood spilled, it was

not enough.”

My tears fell freely now. My chest heaved with sobs I could barely contain. “He killed her… and it still didn’t

work…”

Sierra’s voice was low and trembling with fury. This is why he comes for you. Because you are her daughter. Because you carry the same sacred blood.

Morana’s expression darkened. “His rage was so great that he did not bury her. He turned her body into stone….. into a statue and left it among the ruins of the Nightcrest pack. It is a reminder of his failure….a reminder of what he still seeks. Lisa, the statue you saw… it was your mother.”

I gasped sharply. The memory crashed into me: the cold stone woman. Her face was hauntingly beautiful

yet frozen in sorrow.

My hand flew to my mouth. “It was her…” My voice broke. “I saw her…”

I sobbed and curled forward as the pain tore through me.

Rylan moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. He was holding me as if I would break. “Lisa, I’m so sorry,” he whispered against my hair. “I’m so sorry you had to carry this.”

Kael’s fists clenched at his sides. His storm–gray eyes burned with rage. His voice was low, sharp and dangerous. “Then Fenric will pay with his life. I’ll make sure of it.”

But Morana’s voice cut through the room. “It will not be so simple.”

I lifted my tear–streaked face toward her. “Why?” My voice cracked. “Why can’t he just die?”

Morana looked at each of us in turn. Her eyes were hard. “Because he cannot. The curse that binds his coven has tainted his blood. It has stripped him of his full powers, but it has also made him immortal. He

cannot die.”

The words slammed into me like a hammer.

My lips trembled. “Immortal?”

Morana nodded slowly. “Yes. That is why he suffers endlessly. The demon god bound him to this fate. He is cursed to walk the earth, unable to escape, his soul rotting with every passing century. But make no mistake, immortal or not, his hunger for freedom drives him. And he believes that your blood, Lisa, is the

key”

Sierra snarled inside me. So he means to use us as his escape. Over my dead body.

Kael’s voice was sharp and almost desperate. “If he cannot die, then what are we supposed to do? How

do we end this?”

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Morana tell silent for a long time. She clasped her fingers tightly together. She seemed lost in thought. The

flames of the candles flickered across her face.

At last, she spoke. “There is a way But it is hard. And dangerous”

Rylan’s hand tightened around mine. He leaned forward. I’ll do anything Whatever it takes. As long as

Lisa is safe”

My throat tightened. I looked at him. My chest ached at the devotion in his eyes.

Then Kael spoke up. “And so will 1. I will not rest until Fenric is destroyed. Not while Lisa’s life hangs in the

balance.”

Morana’s silver eyes flickered between them both, then settled on me. “To defeat Fenric, we must go to the beginning. To the source. We must confront the origin of the curse itself. Only there will we find the key

to severing it.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine. My heart pounded.

“The origin…?” I whispered.

Morana gave a single, grave nod. “Yes. We must face the place where Fenric first bound his soul to the demon. Only then can we hope to undo what was done.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. My hands trembled around the diary. My chest was heavy with

dread.

Sierra’s voice was low and grim. The origin of the curse…. the heart of darkness itself. That is where our

path leads.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as the weight of Morana’s words sank in. The truth was clear. This

battle was far from over.

And the path ahead would be darker than anything we had faced before.

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha

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.