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Blackthorn 60

Chapter 60 

Lisa’s POV 

When we reached Frostbane, the sky had already begun to darken. The cool evening breeze brushed 

against my skin as Rylan and I walked up the front steps of the mansion. 

Alexandra was waiting at the door. Her arms were crossed and her face lit up with curiosity the second 

she saw us. 

“Well?” she asked eagerly. “Did you find out anything important?” 

I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “My father wasn’t there. And my mother… well, she 

admitted that I am not her biological daughter. She said I was adopted. A warrior found me as a baby near 

the northern ridge, and Alpha Alexis gave me to them. But she didn’t know anything else.” 

Alexandra’s smile faded slightly, but she stepped forward and squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep looking. You’ll find out more about your birth parents. We just have to stay hopeful.” 

I nodded quietly. Hope was hard to hold onto, but I didn’t want to give up. 

She glanced down at her watch and then smiled. “Anyway, I should get going. I have a date tonight.” 

Rylan raised an eyebrow. His voice was laced with disbelief. “A date?” 

Alexandra grinned mischievously. “Yes. A real one. With a real man. One who actually brushes his hair and 

wears shoes. Can you believe it?” 

Rylan snorted. “The last time you dated someone, that i***t cheated on you with his secretary.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I remember, thank you. But this one is different. He is sweet and kind. He listens to me and respects me. I don’t think he is the cheating type.” 

Rylan crossed his arms. “Still. You know I worry.” 

Alexandra poked his chest. “You don’t have to be so overprotective. I’m a grown woman, Rylan. I can take 

care of myself.” 

Rylan sighed heavily. “I’m assigning a few guards to follow you. No arguments. It’s not up for debate.” 

She groaned dramatically. “Ugh. You’re impossible.” 

He ignored her and added, “Also, you’ll have to introduce him to me soon. I need to evaluate this guy 

myself.” 

Alexandra laughed. “You sound like a grumpy old uncle.” 

He gave her a deadpan look. “I’m serious.” 

She kissed his cheek. “Fine, fine. Goodnight, big brother. Don’t wait up.” 

Then she winked at me. “Wish me luck, Lisa.” 

 

“Good luck,” I said with a smile. 

She waved and left. Her heels were clicking on the stone path. Rylan signaled to Fred who immediately 

followed her. 

I turned to him. “It’s nice that she is dating. She deserves to have fun.” 

He nodded but his eyes stayed on the door. “Yeah, but I’m worried. I just don’t want her to get hurt again.” 

“Maybe this time it will work out. Maybe she’ll find someone who truly makes her happy.” 

Rylan sighed. “Let’s hope so.” 

We went to the dining hall where dinner had already been set. Warm candlelight danced across the walls 

and soft music played faintly in the background. 

As we ate, Rylan did his best to cheer me up. He cracked jokes, made fun of his own cooking attempts, and even told a story about Alexandra locking him out of the training room for wearing mismatched 

socks. 

I laughed a few times, but my mind kept drifting. 

To Kael. 

To his voice. 

To his eyes. 

To his words. 

He said that he made a mistake. 

He said he regretted rejecting me. 

He said Roxanne drugged him. 

I stared down at my plate. 

Sierra stirred inside me. 

You’re thinking about him again, she said softly. 

I can’t help it. 

You felt it. The truthwood worked. He wasn’t lying. 

But what does that mean now? What am I supposed to do with that truth? 

You don’t have to decide yet. Just admit it matters. 

I gripped my fork tighter. 

Rylan noticed the shift in my mood. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” 

I looked up slowly. “I don’t want to. But yes.” 

 

He leaned back in his chair. “You don’t owe him anything, Lisa. Not your thoughts, not your heart, not your 

forgiveness.” 

“I know.” 

“He hurt you deeply, repeatedly.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why do you still look so torn?” 

I didn’t answer right away. 

“Because I don’t know what to feel anymore,” I whispered. “Everything is a mess.” 

Rylan reached across the table and touched my hand. “You’re allowed to be confused. But don’t forget 

who stood by you when no one else did.” 

I met his eyes. They were steady and honest. 

He was warm and safe. 

“Thank you, Rylan. For everything.” 

He gave me a soft smile. “Always.” 

The rest of the dinner passed in comfortable silence. But inside me, nothing felt still. 

Not when Kael’s voice still echoed in my ears. 

Not when my heart still fluttered from memories I tried to bury. 

Not when the truth had already taken root and refused to let go. 

 

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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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