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Chapter 40 

Lisa’s POV 

Rylan’s voice broke through the silence. “But… there is no such place on any map,” he said slowly, his brows pulled together. “Nightcrest Pack doesn’t exist. I’ve never seen it marked anywhere.” 

I turned toward the Seer, my chest tightening. “Then how do we find them?” 

The Seer didn’t speak right away. Her eyes dropped to my wrist again. Slowly, she reached into her pouch and pulled out a small pouch made of black velvet. She untied the string and revealed a white powder 

inside. It shimmered slightly, like crushed pearls under the light. 

“What is that?” I asked, watching as she pinched some between her fingers. 

“Seeker’s Dust,” she said, her voice low and distant. “Very old. Very rare. It reveals what the eyes cannot 

see.” 

Without another word, she carefully sprinkled the powder over the mark on my wrist. It clung to the skin, 

covering the strange symbol entirely. It felt cool, almost like snow, and then… it began to glow. 

I gasped. 

The white powder shimmered gold for a second before pulsing with dark silver light. The air around us 

shifted. It became heavy and cold. 

She closed her eyes and began to whisper in a language I didn’t understand. Her voice was soft and rhythmic, like the rise and fall of a song carried by the wind. The air in the room grew still. Even the sound of my own breathing felt too loud. 

Sierra didn’t speak. She was quiet. 

The Seer’s hands trembled slightly. Her lips were still moving. Then she inhaled deeply and her whole body 

stiffened. A faint glow pulsed from the mark beneath the powder. I gasped and clutched the edge of the 

bed. 

And then, she spoke. 

“In the east, where the sun hides behind cursed peaks,” she whispered, her voice faraway and dream-like.’ 

Where rivers run red with old blood and the wind sings in forgotten tongues…” 

My heart pounded, I didn’t understand the words, but I knew that she was seeing something. 

“Behind the mountain that wears a crown of ash,” she continued. “Beyond the forest where shadows 

dance, and the trees whisper secrets only the dead can hear…” 

I stared at her. 

“There lies the path,” she said, still in that haunting tone. “But the path is hidden. Guarded. Waiting for the 

one who bears the mark.” 

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She opened her eyes slowly and looked at me. 

“That’s all I could see. A vision. Not a map. But it’s something.” 

The room was silent for a moment. I tried to process what she had said. 

A mountain with a crown of ash? 

A forest of whispering shadows? 

It sounded like something from a nightmare. 

“Is it dangerous?” I asked in a small voice. 

  

She nodded. “Yes. The way is old. It has been forgotten for a reason. And whatever lies at the end… it does 

not want to be found.” 

Sierra stirred in my mind. 

We should be careful, Lisa. This isn’t just some journey; it’s a test. A warning. 

But I already knew that. 

The Seer stepped back. “You will get answers, child. But answers come with a price. Be ready to pay it.” 

Rylan stood beside me now. He bowed his head slightly to the Seer. “Thank you. Truly.” 

She gave him a small nod. “Be swift. The mark has awakened. And others may be watching.” 

That sent a fresh chill down my spine. 

Others? Who? 

The Seer left quietly, her robes whispering against the floor as she disappeared into the hallway. I sat in 

silence for a moment. My thoughts were spinning. 

Rylan sat down next to me on the bed. “You look pale,” he said softly. 

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I mumbled. “Or maybe a vision.” 

He tried to smile but I saw the concern in his eyes. “Do you believe all of that? The Nightcrest Pack? That 

it’s real?” 

I looked at my wrist. The powder was gone, but the mark remained. It was dark and unfading. 

“I have to believe it,” I whispered. “Because if it’s true… maybe I’ll finally find out who I am.” 

Rylan sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. “Lisa… there’s a reason no one talks about Nightcrest. It’s always been a ghost story. A legend told to scare pups. Packs vanish. Lands disappear. And sometimes… they were never there to begin with.” 

I shook my head. “But the Seer saw something. You saw it too….she wasn’t lying.” 

“I know,” he said quietly. “But visions are tricky. And we don’t even know where to start. A mountain that 

 

wears a crown of ash? That could be anywhere.” 

“I want to find it,” I said firmly. “Even if it’s far. Even if it’s dangerous.” 

“You’re so stubborn,” he muttered with a tired smile. 

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I met his eyes. “I have to be. This… it could be everything, Rylan. My past. My parents. Maybe even the 

reason why I have powers.” 

He was quiet for a long time. 

Then he nodded. “Alright. We’ll leave tomorrow at dawn. I’ll get us a map, supplies, and a vehicle. But if 

this gets too dangerous….” 

“It already is,” I interrupted. 

He gave me a look. “Then I’ll be right there with you at every step.” 

I smiled, even though I felt like crying. 

“Thank you.” 

He stood and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Rest. You’ll need your strength.” 

He left the room quietly, and I was alone again. 

Except I wasn’t. 

Sierra? I called gently in my mind. 

I’m here, she said. 

What do you think? About the vision? About Nightcrest? 

She hesitated. 

It feels… right. Familiar, somehow. Like we’ve been called. I don’t know why. But I felt something stir inside 

me when the Seer said that name. 

Do you think we’ll find it? 

Yes. But we’ll have to fight for every step. Something is waiting for us, Lisa. Something old. 

I lay back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling. My thoughts were a blur of fear and excitement. 

A part of me still wanted to run. To hide in the safety of Rylan’s mansion. To pretend that the mark wasn’t 

there, and that I could be normal. 

But I wasn’t normal. 

Not anymore. 

Maybe I never was. 

The pain, the power, the vision…..it all pointed to one thing. 

 

I had a destiny. And it wasn’t here. 

It was behind the mountains, through cursed forests, past rivers soaked in old blood. 

Where shadows whispered and secrets waited. 

Where the truth lived. 

Nightcrest. 

Even the name sent shivers down my spine. 

I touched the mark one more time. 

It was cool now, but still pulsing faintly beneath my skin. 

Tomorrow, I would begin the journey. 

No more hiding. 

No more running. 

It was time to find out who I really was.

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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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