The Blessed Reborn Lycan

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Alpha Ned and Beta Garrett were out on patrol when they received an urgent mindlink from a soldier.

...smelled blood, and found Amy and her newborn baby by the lake and took them to the clinic...

They both dashed to the clinic from their posts and rushed in the doors, Ned in his alpha tone with Torv at the surface demands “Where is my sister and niece?!”

The nurses hurriedly surrounded him and Garrett explaining to them that they were being looked at and Amy seemed to have lost a lot of blood but is healing slowly but surely. The baby seemed to be okay but is being monitored. They head off to her room to see her.

Only the beeping of machines and the soft, shallow breath of the unconscious mother could be heard. The child lay in a bassinet beside her, wrapped in warm blankets, her tiny chest rising and falling.

The Alpha stood rigid, hands clenched so tightly his claws had pierced his own palms. His mark, a grand tree etched like ink and flame onto his left side of his chest, glowed faintly, pulsing in warning. Rage simmered beneath his skin, his Beta stood close, trying to steady the storm.

The pack doctor worked quietly, her face pale. “She’s stabilized. Barely. But the mother… she needs rest.”

Then the doors burst open.

The Gamma, Edgar, stumbles in hair wild, shirt half-torn from the run. He smelled of sweat, dirt, and something wrong.

Surely he felt the bond snap and reform as well. Vargr of course the one in control now, “Why did I feel my child and mate bond snap? Who hurt my child and why can’t I feel my mate?!”

His eyes locked onto the bed....his mate, pale and bruised made his knees buckle.

The Alpha’s roar shook the walls.

He lunged, fangs flashing, fury uncontained. This was his niece. His sister. The betrayal wasn’t just familial, it was a disgrace to the Moon, to the pack, to the very bloodline he swore to protect.

Garrett is able to get in the middle before he reaches him. Torv is the one to speak, “Where the f**k were you?! You weren't on duty tonight so why was she alone at the lake bleeding to death?!”

The Beta holding him back, barely, forcing him to remember the whispered plea from the mother in a sudden moment of consciousness just moments earlier:

“Tell no one. Please. Not yet.”

The Gamma collapsed beside the bassinet. The baby’s soft whimper made his breath catch. He reached for her, trembling, desperate to feel something, to try to make it right.

But the moment his fingers touched her skin, a searing pain lit up his arm.

He screams.

The branch mark along his left arm burned white-hot, then blackened. The thick bark-like symbol that once symbolized his rank with pride twisted, cracked, and the green leaves shriveled into ash.

His Gamma mark was dying.

Not stripped, but sickened, damaged. Reflecting the dishonor he’d brought. He clutched his arm, sobbing, his power waned like a flame in wind, half of what it once was.

“The Moon has judged you,” the Beta said quietly. “And spared you… only for now.”

Over the next few days, Edgar noticed a change within himself, and how the pack looked at him.

But the pack didn’t need to be told. They felt it.

At the training grounds, the Gamma’s mark, once a proud symbol of his calling, could not be hidden beneath armor or cloth. It was there, bare and dying, like a tree cut off from its roots.

His movements were slower now. Every strike carried the weight of shame. His soldiers followed commands, but the respect, the energy that flowed from trust, was gone.

Whispers filled the barracks and the markets.

“He’s done something… unforgivable.”

“The Goddess herself cursed him…”

“What kind of sin kills a blessing?”

No one dared ask. No one dared confront.

But no one needed to. The truth hovered, silent and suffocating.

Three days after the little girl was born, after she died and lived again, Amy stirs awake and first feels for Eira, praying she is okay. After relief washes over her from feeling her wolf stir, she frantically looks around the room for her baby.

Right beside her by the window, there she was, clean of all the blood, wrapped in her handsewn blanket sleeping so soundly. Amy reached over to brush her fingers against her cheek when she realized something off.

Eira starts to whimper and says the one thing no wolf mother wants to hear.

...I can't feel her wolf, she was there when she took her first breath but now, her wolf is gone...

Overcome with so much pain and agony, Eira lets out a bloodcurdling cry mixed with a howl. This cry was the pain of a wolf losing their pup, and was felt within every wolf counterpart in the pack.

At the packhouse, Ned was having a meeting with Garrett and the elders about recent rogue sightings in the area. Garrett was talking about new patrol routes when they all heard and felt the howl.

Across the territory, wolves shifted and dropped to all fours in instinctive response. Some howled back in confusion, others trembled. Even pups felt the echo in their bones.

Elders clutched at their chests as if they felt the pain physically, clutching at their hearts as their wolves slammed against their human forms, demanding to be set free. Wrinkles shifted, bones cracked, but their discipline held, barely.

The Alpha paused, blood draining from his face. His wolf slammed hard to the surface and roared loudly as he shifted and jumped through the window to go to Amy.

The mother had awakened… and she had discovered the truth.

And now, so had they.

Across the training fields, the Gamma had just dismissed a pair of young warriors when his knees buckled.

He gasped, clutching his ribs, trying to shift, but nothing happened.

His wolf, once proud and powerful, was silent.

Wolves surrounded him on all sides, and looked at him like an intruder with their canines out and growling lowly.

Panic clawed at his throat. Sweat beaded on his brow. He staggered up, stumbling toward the clinic, driven by a force he couldn’t explain.

He felt it in his bones, he knew what that howl meant.

And he was not ready to face it.

The Alpha and Beta burst into the clinic lobby just as the Gamma stumbled through the opposite door.

Without a word, the Alpha shifted back into his human form and launched forward, fist connecting with the Gamma’s jaw in a thunderous crack that echoed through the sterile halls.

“Did you think we wouldn’t find out?” he roared, eyes glowing. “Every wolf in this pack felt it! You killed your pup!!”

A nurse comes rushing around the corner with scratches already starting to heal on her chest. She screams out to them, “She's going rabid!!” Quickly Ned and Edgar rush towards the room.

When a wolf goes rabid, they have lost all natural thought, and essentially become a rogue, but more wild, a soul cut off from the moon.

They continue into the room to find Amy in her full wolf form, eyes shining light brown with bits of black creeping in on the edges, proving that she was going rabid.

She was hunched over a small bundle of blankets, and then a little arm poked out, she’s okay. Eira was keeping anyone from getting close to the baby and attacked the nurse who came in to help when she cried out.

Edgar attempts to approach her and the baby and Eira slices through his shirt, barely missing him. Edgar pleas with her and tries to soothe her, “Please baby shift back, she’s okay now I see her moving you’re safe now. But you gotta shift back you might hurt her.”

That last part seems to set her off and she roars at him.

Garrett approaches now to distract her from trying to attack Edgar again, meanwhile Ned walks around the side to try and get to the baby from behind while Eira fixates on Edgar. Garrett in a soft tone and hands up speaks to her, “Eira please give Amy back control, we felt your pain, we know why you are like this but please don’t go rabid, your baby needs you.”

Eira’s eyes flickered, the black going in and out. She seemed to have relaxed until Edgar tried to move closer telling her “Good job, just listen and you’ll be fine.” She postured herself in an attack stance at Edgar and growled low before she brought her paw back and sliced it across Edgar’s chest.

Werewolves can heal all wounds except for ones made from silver, wolfsbane, moon blessed items, or a wound from a mate’s claws or teeth.

At the same time she swung, Ned was able to grab the baby, she was still asleep through all the noise.

Garrett yelled out at Edgar, “Don’t move you i***t you’re triggering her!”

Edgar growls at him, “She’s my mate. Don’t tell me how to handle her, even if you are Beta, she is MINE.”

Eira takes another step forward prepping to strike again when the world dimmed.

The room fell deathly quiet.

And through the large clinic window, the sun darkened behind the moon.

An eclipse.

The Moon Goddess was watching.

The mother’s body froze mid-motion. Her paw trembling in the air. Her glowing eyes widened, and then dulled.

She collapsed forward to the floor, shifting rapidly back into human form. Her scream cracked the air as she clutched her arm. A searing symbol etched into her skin, a singular, small green leaf on a bare branch, the beginning of her new fate.

She fell unconscious.

Garrett rushed to her side, heart pounding. He peeled back her eyelid, now golden eyes fading... until only warm brown remained.

“She’s okay,” he whispered. “She’s asleep. She’s still here.”

Behind them, Edgar sat in stunned silence, blood streaked down his torso. His wound had healed almost instantly, but a scar remained. Garrett took Amy and Ned took the baby to another room to rest and left Edgar behind to be alone with what he had done.

***

Asha sat beside Amy on her bed, fingers trembling slightly as her mother traced the inside of her daughter’s wrist, grounding herself in the warmth there.

“Some truths,” Amy said quietly, eyes fixed on the wall instead of her child, “don’t come when you want it, but when you need it. When you’re strong enough to survive them.”

Asha swallowed. She didn’t ask which truths those were.

The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was heavy with years of unsaid pain and grief. Now released, their hearts can learn how to mend their relationship. To show Asha her story began full of pain and sorrow the day she was born, but that doesn't have to be how it ends.

As they continue their moment, just outside the door, someone listened in....