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Blackthorn 41

Blackthorn 41

Chapter 41 

Lisa’s POV_ 

The sun hadn’t even fully risen when we set out. The sky was still painted in soft pinks and oranges. The world was caught between night and day. A soft fog hung low over the land as we drove eastward, heading toward the unknown. 

Rylan had brought along some of his warriors. They were strong and loyal men who followed his every command without hesitation. I sat beside him in the front seat of the SUV, my fingers clenched tightly around the straps of my bag. My heart was racing. 

I stared out the window, watching as the trees became taller and denser. The air grew cooler. The forest 

stretched on endlessly, and my stomach twisted in knots. 

“Are you okay?” Rylan asked, breaking the silence. 

I nodded but didn’t speak. 

He glanced at me. “You’ve barely said a word since we left.” 

I forced a smile. “Just… thinking.” 

“About the Seer’s vision?” 

I nodded again. “Yeah. It sounded like something from a nightmare. A mountain with a crown of ash? Rivers running red? Whispering trees?” I shivered. 

“Well,” Rylan said with a small grin, “maybe the trees will only whisper compliments about how stubborn you are.” 

I snorted despite myself. “Funny.” 

He smiled more fully then. “Look, I know this is scary. But you’re not alone, Lisa. I’m here. And my men are here. We’ve got your back.” 

I turned to look at him. His dark eyes were steady and filled with calm determination. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I mean it. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“You would probably get yourself eaten by a shadow beast,” he teased. 

I rolled my eyes. “Wow. That’s reassuring.” 

We both laughed and the tension in my chest loosened just a little. 

Sierra? I called softly in my mind. 

I’m here, she replied immediately. 

Are you sure we’re doing the right thing? 

 

There was a pause. 

I don’t know what’s waiting for us, Lisa. But something inside me is pulling toward it. That mark on our wrist, it woke something. And it won’t let go until we find the truth. 

I nodded slightly and rested my hand over the spot where the Seer had placed the powder. The mark still pulsed faintly beneath my skin. 

“Looks like we’re getting close,” Rylan said after a while. 

I sat up straighter and looked out. The trees were changing. They were less vibrant green, more pale and gray. The soil looked darker, almost ashy. And ahead… the land began to rise. The first signs of mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks cutting into the morning sky. 

The warriors exchanged glances. 

“We’ll have to stop soon,” Rylan muttered. He narrowed his eyes at the rough terrain. 

Sure enough, ten minutes later, the road ended in a wall of wild forest and rocky hills. 

Rylan pulled the vehicle over and turned to his men. “We go on foot from here.” 

They nodded and started unloading supplies. There were backpacks filled with food, water, weapons, and 

even tents. 

“You thought of everything,” I murmured, watching as they moved efficiently. 

“I always do,” he said, handing me a smaller pack. “Did you think I would drag you into unknown territory 

unprepared?” 

“No,” I said with a smirk. “But it’s still impressive.” 

Once everything was packed and ready, we began walking. 

The forest swallowed us quickly. The trees were thick and tall. Their twisted branches were creating a canopy that dimmed the light. The air smelled damp and earthy. Moss clung to everything. The ground was uneven, full of roots and loose stones. 

I tried to keep up, but I wasn’t used to this kind of terrain. My boots slipped more than once, and my legs 

ached from climbing over rocks and fallen logs. 

“You okay back there?” Rylan called over his shoulder. 

“I’m not exactly a mountain goat!” I shouted back. 

He laughed. “You’re doing fine. Just watch your step.” 

Easy for him to say. He moved like he was part of the forest. He was strong and steady. 

I tried to focus but the ground was treacherous. My foot landed on a wet stone and slipped. I gasped as I 

started to fall forward. 

But before I hit the ground, Rylan’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm, steadying me. 

 

“Careful,” he said while pulling me upright. 

I was breathing hard. “That rock attacked me.” 

“Of course it did. Rocks are very aggressive,” he said with a grin. 

I swatted his arm. “Don’t mock the clumsy girl.” 

  

“I’d never,” he said innocently. “But maybe stick closer to me. Just in case another rock decides to get 

feisty.” 

I rolled my eyes but stayed near him. 

Sierra? 

That was close, she said. 

Yeah. Thanks for the warning, by the way. 

I was admiring the trees. 

Of course you were. 

We walked for what felt like hours. The sun rose higher, but the forest remained shadowed. The further we went, the stranger it felt. The trees looked older. Their bark was dark and cracked. Some of them had markings. There were strange symbols etched into their trunks. 

I didn’t ask what they meant. 

We came to a clearing just as the light began to change again. 

The sun was behind us now, but I could see it through the trees. It was dimming and fading, like it was 

hiding. 

Rylan stopped suddenly. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

He didn’t answer right away. He pointed. 

Ahead of us, the land sloped sharply upward. A massive mountain range stretched across the horizon. The peaks were jagged and dark and the tops… 

They were coated in ash. 

Not snow. 

Ash. 

A cold wind blew down from them, carrying the scent of something ancient. 

I stared, my heart pounding. 

“That’s it,” I whispered. “The mountain that wears a crown of ash. The Seer’s vision.” 

 

Rylan was quiet beside me. His jaw was tense. 

“We found the first clue,” he said finally. 

I nodded slowly. I was unable to tear my eyes away. 

The sun was low now, hiding behind the cursed peaks. 

Just like she said. 

A shiver ran down my spine. 

Sierra… 

I feel it, she whispered. We’re close. But I can feel something watching us, Lisa. Be careful. 

I swallowed hard. 

Tomorrow, we would go further. 

But tonight… 

We would rest. 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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Status: Ongoing Type:
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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