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Blackthorn 44

Blackthorn 44

Chapter 44 

Rylan’s POV 

The morning air was crisp but my chest was still tight from the night before. 

Lisa hadn’t slept. Not really. She lay close to the fire. Her eyes were wide open for most of the night. Even when she did drift off for a few minutes, it wasn’t restful. She would twitch and whimper. Her breathing would quicken and I knew that whatever had called to her in that dream wasn’t done. 

Neither was 1. 

I didn’t sleep either. I sat beside her the whole night, my back against a tree, my eyes on the shadows. Every snap of a twig made my wolf rise inside me. I was ready to tear into whatever dared to get close. 

She was quiet during breakfast. She was pale and distant. She barely touched the food my Beta, Jared, 

handed her. 

“You alright?” I asked her gently. I crouched beside her as the others packed up camp. 

Lisa nodded, but I could tell it was a lie. Her lips were pressed together. Her eyes darted around like she 

was expecting something, or someone to appear. 

“Lisa,” I said again, softer this time. “You don’t have to pretend with me.” 

She looked up, and for a moment, I saw the truth in her eyes. There was fear, confusion and exhaustion. But she didn’t speak. She just gave me a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

I hated this. 

I hated seeing her like this…..haunted and hollow. 

I wanted to fix it. 

But I didn’t know how. 

By the time we started moving again, the sky was overcast and the forest had grown darker. The trees here were thicker and older. The path was barely visible. It was just a thin trail worn into the earth by past 

patrols. 

Lisa walked beside me. I kept her close. One step behind me, always within reach. 

I didn’t trust the silence. I didn’t trust the forest. And most of all, I didn’t trust the way my instincts were screaming that something was wrong. 

Jared walked up beside me. “Alpha,” he said under his breath. “Something’s off.” 

I nodded. “I know. Keep your eyes sharp.” 

“I’ve already informed the scouts to stay vigilant.” 

“Good.” I glanced behind me to make sure Lisa was still there. 

 

She was. But her gaze kept drifting to the trees. Like she heard something the rest of us couldn’t. 

Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the air. 

We all froze. 

My hand shot out and I blocked Lisa behind me. My warriors moved fast. They formed a loose circle 

around us. 

From the trees, figures emerged. 

There were ten, maybe twelve rogues. 

They were dirty and wild-eyed. They were covered in scars and old blood. 

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They stepped out slowly, weapons in hand. They held swords, daggers and a few held silver-tipped spears. 

I growled low in my throat. My wolf itched to come forward. 

“Easy,” one of the rogues said and raised a hand. “We don’t want trouble.” 

“You’ve got it anyway,” I snapped and stepped forward. 

The man smiled. He had a crooked nose and a long scar down his cheek. “We just want the girl.” 

I went still. “What did you say?” 

“The girl,” he repeated while pointing straight at Lisa. “Hand her over, and no one else has to get hurt.” 

A cold rage flooded me. I bared my teeth. “You think I would give her to you?” 

“She doesn’t belong to you,” the rogue sneered. “She’s not yours to protect.” 

“She’s mine to protect because she’s under my roof. My pack.” I took a step forward, letting my power roll 

off me like a wave. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.” 

The rogue clicked his tongue. “Wrong answer.” 

With a howl, the forest erupted. 

They attacked. 

The rogues lunged from every direction. 

My warriors responded instantly. Swords clashed, growls filled the air, and blood began to stain the 

leaves. 

I turned to Lisa. “Stay behind me!” 

But she wasn’t listening. 

Her eyes were wide. Her breath was shallow. 

I killed the first rogue that came at us with a clean s***h across the chest, then grabbed Lisa’s arm. “Run if 

you have to. Don’t let them get you.” 

 

“Why do they want me?” she whispered. “What did I do?” 

“I don’t know,” I growled. “But I’m not letting them take you.” 

Another rogue charged at her. I shoved Lisa behind me and caught the man’s wrist, breaking it with a sickening snap. He screamed before I threw him to the ground and finished him off. 

Lisa screamed behind me. 

I turned and saw three more rogues circling her. 

“No!” I roared, running toward them but I wasn’t fast enough. 

Lisa raised her hands in panic. “Stop!” she cried. “Leave me alone!” 

And then it happened. 

A blast of energy burst from her body. 

It wasn’t fire. 

It wasn’t wind. 

It was pure force. A wave of light and power that exploded out from her like a shockwave. 

I was thrown backward. The rogues around her were flung into the trees. Some hit the trunks with 

sickening cracks. Others simply dropped unconscious or worse. 

My ears rang. My head pounded. 

When I opened my eyes, the clearing was still again. 

The rogues were down. 

Some groaned. Others didn’t move at all. 

My warriors were on the ground too. They were staggering and struggling to rise. 

Jared was bleeding from his temple. 

But all I saw was her. 

Lisa lay in the grass, motionless. 

“No,” I whispered. 

I crawled over to her, my chest aching. 

 

“Lisa,” I said, my voice hoarse. I slid to my knees and pulled her into my arms. Her head lolled against my chest. “No, no, no. Lisa, wake up.” 

She didn’t respond. 

Her skin was warm, but she wasn’t moving. 

 

Her lashes fluttered slightly but her eyes didn’t open. 

I cradled her face with both hands. “Lisa, please,” I begged. “Open your eyes.” 

Around us, my warriors were getting up, dragging the rogues into a pile, checking for injuries. But I barely 

noticed. 

All I could see was the girl in my arms. 

The girl who had just released enough power to knock a dozen warriors off their feet. 

The girl who didn’t know who she truly was. 

And the girl who might not wake up. 

“Please,” I whispered again, pressing my forehead to hers. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me like this.” 

But she didn’t stir. 

And I didn’t know if she ever would. 

 

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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