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Blackthorn 39

Blackthorn 39

 

Chapter 39 

Lisa’s POV_ 

The cold ointment the doctor gave me soothed my skin only a little. The burn on my wrist was still there. It was hot and sharp. Even while lying in my hospital bed, wrapped in soft sheets and surrounded by silence, 

I couldn’t relax. 

Sleep refused to come. 

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that symbol. It was glowing and pulsing like it had been seared into my 

soul and not just my skin. 

I tossed and turned under the blanket. I bit back a groan as the mark flared again. 

Sierra… 

I’m here, she whispered, her voice soft in my head. I can feel it too. The magic around that symbol… it’s 

still active. It’s like it’s calling to something. 

Calling? To what? I asked, trying not to cry. 

I don’t know but it’s not finished with us yet. 

I curled up tighter and pressed my wrist against the pillow. Rylan had stayed in my room until I was settled. He even argued with the doctor until they agreed to let me rest in a private room. But now he was gone. I was alone in the dark. 

And scared. 

The pain wasn’t just physical anymore. It felt like something inside me had cracked open. Like this mark wasn’t just some accident… but the beginning of something I didn’t understand. 

What if this changes everything? I whispered to Sierra. 

Maybe it’s meant to, she said. You’ve always known you were different. This… this might be the proof. 

I stared at the ceiling, blinking away tears. But I didn’t ask for this. 

I know. But maybe it’s time to stop running from who you really are. 

The next morning came too soon. 

My eyes were heavy, and my whole body ached, but I forced myself to get up. I was still in the hospital gown. The mark on my wrist had darkened overnight, but it no longer glowed. It looked like a burn. It was ugly and mysterious. 

Rylan returned not long after sunrise. He brought me clothes, coffee, and something else. 

“The Seer is coming,” he said and sat beside me. 

I looked up sharply. “Now?” 

 

He nodded. “She agreed to come as soon as I told her what happened.” 

I swallowed hard. My heart beat faster. “What if she doesn’t know anything?” 

“She’ll know something,” Rylan said gently. “She has helped the pack before with strange magic. If anyone can read that mark, it’s her.” 

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the mark again. The skin around it was still raw, and even though the pain 

had dulled, I could feel the heat simmering beneath the surface. It hadn’t left me. 

When the Seer arrived, I felt the air change. 

She stepped into the room, and her gaze locked on mine immediately. 

“You’ve been marked. The symbol has appeared on your skin,” she said before I could even speak. 

I nodded slowly. “Yes.” 

“Tell me everything,” she said, her voice low and calm. “From the beginning.” 

I took a deep breath and then began. 

“There was a rogue attack… last night. Rylan and I were at a restaurant. It was supposed to be a normal evening. But then… they came. The rogues. Dozens of them. They crashed through the windows and 

started attacking everyone. People were screaming and running.” 

I looked down at my hands. I was trembling as I spoke. 

“I don’t know what happened. I was scared, but something inside me woke up. I felt… power. Like a storm 

in my chest. And before I knew it, I was blasting them away. Light shot from my hands. There was fire and energy. I don’t even know what it was.” 

The Seer’s eyes didn’t blink. 

“And then?” she asked. 

“Then the pain started,” I whispered. “On my wrist. It was like my skin was being ripped open. The symbol appeared out of nowhere. I screamed. I fell. It was so painful I couldn’t move.” 

I held out my wrist to show her. The triangle and crescent moon were still there. The symbol was burned into my skin like a permanent brand. 

“I’ve never seen this before,” I added. “I don’t know what it means. But it hurts. It still hurts.” 

The Seer stepped forward slowly. She pulled a small pouch from her side and took out a vial of strange liquid. It was shimmering, deep purple, and glowing faintly. 

“This may help,” she murmured. 

I watched as she uncorked the vial and poured a few drops over my wrist. The liquid hissed when it touched my skin like rain hitting fire. I cried out. I was startled but then, the burning stopped. 

I blinked. 

 

The pain was gone. 

It felt cool now. 

“W-What is that?” I asked, breathless. 

“Old magic,” she replied. “It’s meant to quiet energy that isn’t ready to be used.” 

She closed her eyes, then pressed two fingers gently over the mark. Her brows furrowed in concentration. 

Silence filled the room. 

Even Sierra was quiet. 

After what felt like forever, the Seer finally spoke again. 

“I see a gate.” 

My breath caught. 

“A massive black gate. Iron. Covered in ash. There are walls… high, thick walls behind it. A fortress. Hidden 

deep in shadow. And on the gate… this very symbol. Burned into the metal.” 

She paused. 

“I can see something more. Let me focus.” 

Her lips moved silently. Her eyes fluttered under her lids. 

Then she gasped softly. “Nightcrest.” 

She opened her eyes and looked at me. 

“This symbol… it belongs to the Nightcrest Pack.” 

My heart skipped a beat. 

“Nightcrest Pack?” I repeated, frowning. “I’ve never heard of them.” 

“Few have,” the Seer replied. “They are old. Very old. Some believe the pack vanished long ago. Others 

think they never truly existed but only in legend. But I’m telling you now… this symbol is their emblem.” 

I stared down at my wrist. I was stunned. 

Nightcrest? I asked Sierra. Does that mean… I’m connected to them somehow? 

It must, she replied. A pack doesn’t brand someone unless there’s a reason. There’s something buried in 

your past, Lisa. Something hidden. 

The Seer continued, “For this symbol to appear on you, child, you must share a bond with them. Maybe by blood. Maybe by fate.” 

“Fate?” I whispered. 

She nodded solemnly. “This is not a random mark. It is a calling. You’ve awakened something that has 

been sleeping a long time. If you go to the Nightcrest gates, perhaps… you’ll find the answers you seek.” 

I looked at Rylan. He was silent. His eyes were full of concern but also curiosity. He didn’t speak, but I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking. 

If Nightcrest Pack held the truth about me… 

Then maybe it was time to find them. 

Maybe it was time to learn who I really was. 

Even if the truth changed everything. 

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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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