Chapter 254: Chapter 254

~Lisa’s POV Fınd the newest release on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽

"If Father saw me like that..." I swallowed hard. "If he knew what I’ve become... maybe that’s why he said I wasn’t his blood."

The words came out as a tremble, not a thought.

Now I wasn’t sure of anything.

I walked toward the old chair by the window and sat down, staring at the floor. "There must be something," I said out loud. "Something that can tell me who I am."

The silence that followed made me angry. I jumped up, pushing the chair aside. "There has to be something!" I yelled, kicking the chair leg. "I’m not a monster! I’m not!"

The echo of my voice filled the house, bounced off the walls, and came back at me like a whisper. Monster... monster... monster.

My knees went weak, and I sank to the floor, crying into my hands. "I’m not," I said again, softer this time. "I’m not..."

Tears rolled down my face, falling onto the dusty floorboards. My hair stuck to my wet cheeks. The more I tried to breathe, the harder it became. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do I feel ? Why does everything around me keep breaking?"

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I had to move. Sitting here wouldn’t bring answers. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, stood up, and looked around the room.

"Fine," I said to myself. "If there are answers here, I’ll find them."

I started searching. I opened every drawer, every chest. I pushed old chairs aside, ripped open pillows that had long lost their shape. Dust filled the air, and each breath made my throat itch.

The sound of wood creaking beneath my feet filled the room. "Father," I murmured as I went through the shelves. "If you were hiding something from me, why didn’t you just tell me? Why let me believe I was normal?"

I opened an old box filled with letters. Most were faded, unreadable. But none mentioned me. Not one. Only names I didn’t know, places I’d never heard of.

Frustration rose in me again. I grabbed the box and threw it against the wall. "Damn it!" I screamed. "Just tell me the truth!"

The box hit the wall and split apart with a sharp crack. The papers inside fluttered and scattered across the floor like birds with broken wings. I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling, and began tearing through everything, old clothes, broken furniture, the shelves my father had built long ago.

"There has to be something!" I cried, my voice raw. "Something about me! Something about who I am!"

I yanked open a wooden chest near the fireplace, one I’d never dared touch before. It was old, the surface carved with strange lines I couldn’t remember seeing as a child. Dust rose in soft clouds around me as I lifted the lid. A sudden wave of cold air hit my face, making me shiver.

Inside, layers of old cloth were tangled together, stiff with age, smelling faintly of mildew. I pulled one piece free. It was rough, dark, and stiff, and when I turned it over in my hands, my stomach twisted. There were stains, brown, old, dried. Blood.

My fingers froze over the fabric. I tried to shake my head. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice cracking. I grabbed another cloth, but my stomach sank even further. There was more blood, and something else tied to it, a few small leather pouches, dried herbs, and twigs bound with red thread. Symbols were drawn across the fabric in something black, something sticky and dark that smelled sharp and bitter.

I held the pieces in my lap, my hands trembling. The smell of the old blood made me gag. I couldn’t breathe properly. "This... this can’t be mine," I whispered again, my voice small, scared. "It can’t be."

I lifted one of the pouches closer. The symbols were strange, circles and lines, some crossed through, others burnt slightly at the edges.

They looked... weird.

No. Not looked. Felt.

I dropped the pouch like it burned me. It fell open, and something small rolled out.

A pendant. Round. Made of silver, dulled with age.

The moment it hit the floor, a spark flashed under my skin. My crescent tattoo burned again.

I hissed and clutched my arm. "What the hell is happening to me?"

I stared at the pendant, breathing fast.

Strangely, I felt a connection with it, deep and heavy, like it was calling to me.

I didn’t understand it, but I could feel my heartbeat matching the faint hum it gave. Every time I moved my fingers over its surface, warmth spread through my chest, making my skin prickle.

"What are you?" I whispered, brushing off the dust. The pendant was shaped like a small moon surrounded by carved symbols, symbols I had never seen before, but somehow, I felt like I knew them.

The lines weren’t just designs. They looked alive.

"Why do I feel like I’ve seen this before?" I murmured. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to remember. Flashes came, not memories exactly, but something I couldn’t name. A woman’s voice hums softly. A deep voice whispering my name. Then a scream. Fire.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped, stumbling back. "What was that?"

The pendant slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a sharp clink.

"No, no, no...This can’t be...." I bent quickly, picking it up again. The warmth was gone now. Cold metal. Lifeless.

"Please," I whispered to it, my voice shaking. "Show me something... anything. Who am I?"

I laughed bitterly. "Of course. I’m talking to a piece of metal now. Great."

Still, I couldn’t let it go. I tied the pendant’s broken chain around my wrist and held it tight.

I closed my eyes. "If I’m not who I thought I was, then I’ll find out who I really am. Even if it kills me."

It hit me so hard I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, my heart forgot how to beat.

It wasn’t just any scent; it was powerful, raw. The kind that made the air feel heavy and alive at the same time.

I staggered back a step, clutching the edge of the broken table. "What... what is that?" I whispered.

It was coming from outside, no, it filled the entire room, thick and intoxicating. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, growling low in my chest.