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Blackthorn 71

Blackthorn 71

Chapter 71 

Lisa’s POV 

There was darkness. It was heavy and endless. 

Then, light. And warmth. 

I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the room. The first thing I saw was Rylan’s face hovering over mine, his brown eyes were filled with worry. 

“Lisa? Lisa, can you hear me?” 

I blinked again. My throat was dry. “Rylan…” 

His shoulders relaxed and he let out a breath of relief. He gently touched my cheek. “Thank the Moon 

Goddess. You scared me.” 

My head throbbed. My body felt heavy and weak. “What… happened?” 

He sat on the edge of the bed. His hand never left mine. “One of the guards found you unconscious at the top of the stairs. He called me immediately. I dropped everything and rushed here.” 

“I fainted?” I asked, trying to sit up. 

“Easy,” he said quickly and helped me lean against the pillows. “The doctor came. He said your blood pressure dropped really low. You fainted because of that.” 

Low blood pressure? That didn’t make sense. I never had that problem before. 

He reached over to the nightstand and held up a small bottle. “He gave you an injection earlier. You were 

out for a while. And you need to take these pills for the next few days. They’ll help stabilize your pressure.” 

I nodded slowly. Everything still felt a little foggy. 

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I was so worried about you, Lisa. You have no idea. I kept thinking… 

what if something worse had happened.” 

I squeezed his hand. “I’m okay now. Just a bit dizzy.” 

“That’s normal,” he said softly. “You need to rest. I won’t leave your side.” 

He really didn’t. That evening, he stayed right next to me. He helped me sit up and even fed me dinner in bed. There was soft mashed potatoes, grilled chicken, and soup. He didn’t let me lift a finger. 

“You’re spoiling me,” I whispered. 

He smiled. “Good. You deserve it.” 

Just then, the door creaked open. 

Alexandra stepped in. “Hey,” she said gently. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?” 

 

I nodded. “Yeah… just a little tired.” 

She walked in. “Must have been the stress. All that worry lately. It can take a toll.” 

“Maybe,” I said while forcing a smile. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked me over. “You need rest, Lisa. That’s all. Sleep well tonight. Tomorrow you’ll feel much better.” 

I nodded again, and after another few moments of small talk, she left the room. 

Rylan stood and began tidying up the plates. “I’ll just get these out. Then you should take a bath and rest.” 

“Okay.” 

He smiled and exited with the tray. 

After a while, I pulled myself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The hot water helped clear my 

head. I stayed there for a while, soaking in the warmth. 

After my bath, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and stepped in front of the mirror. My hand rose to my 

neck automatically. 

I froze. 

My neck was bare. 

The pendant. The amulet. It was gone. 

Panic rushed through me like a wave. My fingers scraped over my skin, searching for the familiar cool 

touch of the stone. 

Nothing. 

“No… no, no…” 

Sierra? 

Lisa, where is it? her voice sounded as shaken as I felt. You always wear it. 

“I didn’t take it off,” I whispered. 

I checked the sink. The cabinet. The floor. The towel. 

Nothing. 

I threw on some clothes quickly and rushed into the bedroom. My heart was racing now. 

I began checking the drawers. The dressing table. The nightstand. 

“Where is it?” I muttered. “Where is it?” 

The door opened. Rylan walked in. 

He stopped when he saw me. “Lisa? What are you doing?” 

 

“It’s gone!” I said breathlessly. “The pendant. The one the seer gave me. It’s not around my neck. I didn’t take it off. It was there this morning.” 

He walked toward me. He was frowning. “You’re sure? Maybe it fell in the bathroom?” 

“No! I looked everywhere. It’s not there.” 

“Maybe you took it off and forgot?” 

“I never take it off,” I said firmly. “Never.” 

He sat beside me. His face was serious now. “Okay. Then maybe… someone took it off when you fainted.” 

My eyes widened. “The doctor? Or the nurse?” 

Rylan shook his head. “I was with you the whole time. They never touched your jewelry.” 

I ran a hand through my damp hair. “Then maybe… the guard who found me? Maybe he took it.” 

He frowned. “James? I know him. He’s a good man. Honest. I don’t think he would do that.” 

“Still… ask him? Please?” 

“Of course. I’ll question him myself. And I’ll have the hallway searched. Maybe it just… fell. Maybe it’s still 

somewhere around there.” 

I nodded slowly. But inside, my heart was sinking. 

Sierra whispered, Lisa… that pendant protected you. If it’s gone… something is coming. 

I know, I whispered back. I can feel it too. 

Rylan reached over and wrapped his arms around me. “We’ll find it. Don’t worry.” 

But deep down, I knew. 

Something was terribly wrong. 

And this was just the beginning. 

 

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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