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Chapter 76 

Lisa’s POV 

I sat at the vanity table, running a brush slowly through my hair. The red dress Rylan had given me lay neatly across the bed. It was shimmering under the light. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the eyeshadow palette. I needed to calm down. Tonight was the feast. I should be excited. But my thoughts. kept going back to the missing pendant. 

Sierra had gone quiet. That made me even more nervous. 

Just as I began applying a soft shimmer to my eyelids, there was a knock at the door. 

“Come in,” I called. 

Alexandra stepped in. She was holding a phone in her hand. She was half-dressed, her long hair still damp 

from a shower. 

“Hey,” she said, a little out of breath. “Is Rylan in here?” 

I blinked. I was confused. “No, I thought he was helping downstairs.” 

She sighed and handed me the phone. “I’ve looked everywhere for him. This phone was ringing nonstop. It’s his. I figured he forgot it here. If he shows up, let him know there was a missed call. I really need to go 

get ready myself.” 

I took the phone from her. “Sure, I’ll tell him.” 

“Thanks, Lisa!” she said as she disappeared out the door. 

I placed the phone down on the vanity and turned back to my eyeshadow. I tried to focus on blending, but curiosity pulled my gaze toward the phone. It looked ordinary enough. There were a few smudges on the 

screen and a crack on the corner. 

Then it rang again. 

I jumped. 

The screen lit up with a name: Anna Darling 

My heart skipped. Darling? 

I stared at it for a moment. I felt unsure. But my hand moved before I could think. 

I answered. 

“Rylan baby,” a soft and sultry voice whispered through the speaker. “Why have you been ignoring me? I’ve been calling you since forever. I miss you so much.” 

I didn’t say anything. My mouth had gone dry. My fingers tightened around the phone. 

“Hello? Baby? Are you there?” 

 

I hung up. 

My hands shook. 

I tapped into the message app. My fingers moved like they didn’t belong to me. I wasn’t sure if I even 

wanted to see what was there. 

The messages opened. 

There she was. Anna Darling 

The chat was full of hearts, kisses, and nicknames. Honey, My love, Can’t wait to see you again. 

My chest tightened. 

I love you. 

You’re mine, Rylan. 

And worse? 

I’ll never tell Lisa. 

My vision blurred. 

“Sierra… what is this?” 

Her voice echoed gently in my mind. Lisa, don’t jump to conclusions. Look at him first. Trust your 

instincts. 

I clutched the phone and stood. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I hurried down the stairs. My dress was still hanging untouched on the bed. 

Rylan was by the main hall. He was helping the warriors move tables. He was laughing at something one 

of them said. His smile was so natural, so warm. 

But mine was gone. 

He looked up and saw me. His face lit up. “Lisa! Wow, you look… beautiful, even without the dress. Are you ready for tonight?” 

I didn’t smile back. 

I held up the phone. 

“Who’s Anna?” 

His smile faded. “What?” 

“Anna,” I repeated, walking closer. “Anna Darling with a heart emoji. Who is she, Rylan?” 

His brows furrowed. “I… I don’t know.” 

I handed him the phone. “Check your messages. Maybe that’ll help you remember.” 

 

He opened the app and scrolled. His face went blank. 

“There’s nothing here,” he said, showing me the screen. 

The chat was gone. 

“What? No, it was right there! I read the messages! I saw them!” 

“Maybe… maybe it was a glitch. Or maybe she deleted the chat?” 

I glared at him. “Don’t play dumb. Go to your call log.” 

He did. The name Anna appeared again. Multiple missed calls. 

“See? She calls you a lot. You know her.” 

“I swear I don’t,” he said firmly. “Maybe it’s a misdial. Or someone messing around.” 

“Then why is she saved in your contacts with a heart?” 

He hesitated. “I save a lot of names. I’m an Alpha, Lisa. People from other packs, traders, allies, even 

healers… they come to me. I save their numbers. I don’t always remember them all.” 

I studied his face. 

He looked honest. Frustrated, even. But not guilty. 

Sierra? I asked silently. 

She whispered back. He’s not lying, Lisa. His heart… it didn’t spike. It didn’t waver. He’s confused. Not 

hiding. 

I lowered the phone. 

But the hurt was still there. 

He stepped closer and placed a hand on my arm. “Lisa, I swear to you. I don’t know who she is. But I’ll find 

out. I’ll block her. Whatever it takes. Just… please don’t shut me out.” 

I nodded slowly. 

But the doubt remained. 

The pendant was gone. 

And now this. 

Something was wrong. 

And I could feel the shadows growing closer. 

 

Blackthorn

Blackthorn

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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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