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Blackthorn 72

Chapter 72 

Lisa’s POV 

I sat on the edge of the bed. I was nervously twisting my fingers together. My heart hadn’t stopped 

pounding since I realized the pendant was gone. That pendant wasn’t just a piece of jewelry, it was 

protection. It was a gift from the seer herself. And now it was missing. 

“Are you sure, James? You didn’t see anything around her neck when you found her?” Rylan’s voice was 

calm but firm. 

“No, Alpha,” James replied respectfully. “She was already on the floor when I arrived. I checked her pulse, 

called the others, but I swear I didn’t touch anything else.” 

I stood to the side and watched the exchange. James looked genuinely confused and concerned. I believed him. But that only deepened the mystery. 

Rylan dismissed him with a nod and turned to me. “I searched the entire stairwell and the hallway. There 

was nothing, sweetheart.” 

I pressed my hand against my neck again, as if the pendant would magically reappear. “It has to be 

somewhere. I didn’t take it off, Rylan. I never do. The seer told me it was important. She made me 

promise.” 

He stepped closer and cupped my cheek gently. “I know. And we’ll figure it out. Maybe it slipped off when you fainted and someone picked it up, thinking it was just a necklace. Or maybe it got lost during all the 

movement.” 

“No,” I said softly. “The chain was strong. And it was clasped tight. Someone took it. I can feel it.” 

Sierra’s voice echoed in my mind. Lisa… this isn’t just a coincidence. That amulet was your shield. Without it, you’re exposed. 

I took a deep breath. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. 

Rylan rubbed my back. “Alright. Let me call the seer. Maybe she has another one.” 

He walked to the window and pulled out his phone. I watched his face as the line connected. 

“Hello, Seer? Yes, it’s Rylan. I’m sorry to bother you, but something has happened… No, Lisa is alright now, she fainted earlier but she is resting. That’s actually why I’m calling. Her pendant….the one you gave her….it’s gone. It must have fallen off or… something.” 

He paused. His brow furrowed. “You don’t have another? Oh… you have to make a new one. Right. How long will that take?” 

Another pause. He nodded slowly. “You’re in Dustroot Pack? That far? Alright. Of course. No, I understand. Please take your time. Lisa will be careful. I promise.” 

 

He hung up and turned back to me. 

“She doesn’t have another one ready,” he explained. “She needs time to make a new pendant and bless it 

with protective spells. She is not even in the Frostbane territory right now. She traveled to Dustroot Pack 

to help their Alpha.” 

My heart sank. “How long will it take?” 

“A few days,” he said gently. “She said you need to be very careful until then. Avoid strong energy surges. 

Don’t get too emotional. Just take things slow.” 

I nodded, even though a knot of worry twisted in my stomach. 

“Sweetheart,” he said while kneeling in front of me. “Don’t let this ruin your peace. You’re not alone. You have me. I’ll protect you.” 

He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. “And… I actually have a little surprise for you.” 

I blinked. “A surprise? Now?” 

He grinned. “Yes. Because I need to see you smile. Come on.” 

He stood, walked to the closet, and pulled out a sleek black box. He turned around and held it out to me 

with both hands. “Open it.” 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly lifted the lid. 

Inside was a stunning red dress. It shimmered like rubies under the light. Next to it was a matching jewelry 

set. It was silver with tiny red gemstones, shaped like rose petals. 

“Rylan…” 

He watched me with a proud smile. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s beautiful. But… why?” 

“Because,” he said as he sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I’m hosting a feast day after 

tomorrow. It will be a celebration for the entire pack. And I want you to wear this. For me.” 

I touched the soft fabric. “How did you even know my size?” 

He leaned in close and brushed his nose against mine. “Sweetheart, I know every inch of your body. It 

wasn’t hard.” 

I laughed and swatted his arm. “You’re impossible.” 

“Impossible? No. Irresistible? Definitely.” 

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling now. He kissed my cheek, then slowly moved to my jawline. “I just want 

you to feel special. Because you are. You’re mine.” 

My heart fluttered. 

2/3 

Sierra whispered, He means it, Lisa. He really does. 

“Thank you” I whispered while leaning against him. “For everything” 

He nuzzled my neck. ‘Don’t thank me yet. I still plan on stealing a few dances from you during the feast 

1 giggled. “Only a few?” 

“Okay, maybe all of them. Every single one. You’ll be too busy dancing with me to worry about amulets and 

pendants.” 

But despite his words and his warmth, I couldn’t shake the feeling deep in my chest. 

Something was coming. 

And we weren’t ready. 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

Score 9.9
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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