The Blessed Reborn Lycan

Chapter One

Asha POV

One year later...

...Asha...

“Ahhh! What was that? Mommy!”

Mom came rushing in the room spatula in hand with yellow eyes and growling. At first I was scared, but after realizing I was just dreaming, so did my mom. We stood in silence for a moment before we both started to laugh seeing how ridiculous my mom looked with her deadly weapon.

“Get ready to head out sweetie, today is Georges first day on the training ground and you promised to be there. Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Fine mom I'm up now anyway.” Slowly I got up and went to my closet to grab some shorts and a t-shirt, looks bright and that means hot.

“You sure you okay Asha? Did you have one of those dreams again?”

She always gets so freaked when I tell her about the purple eyes or the woman in white, best not to tell her anything about that anymore.

“No mom, I told you those dreams stopped already remember? I dreamt of the scary movie we saw last night. I do NOT like sharks.” Mom giggles and tells me we will stay away from those kind of scary movies then.

She walks off and I catch a glimpse of her neck, the barely visible silhouette of dads old mate mark, seems almost gone now.

I throw myself backwards on the pillow and think of how this last year has changed so much.

It feels weird not having daddy here anymore, his bellowing laughter ringing through the house in the mornings.

The tickle fights and pillow fights before a bedtime story.

I thought mates were eternal. That it meant you were perfect for each other and nothing could separate you, I guess that forever is a myth.

Mom said she and dad agreed to not be together anymore and that’s the reason why the mate mark on her neck is nearly gone, which is odd because Uncle Ned’s mark is still on his neck. Then again, Aunt Lily was murdered.

Mom and Dad never truly seemed happy, and Dad was rarely home, I never really saw them be affectionate to another either.

Mom seems happier now though, she’s even become the new Gamma!

That night she saved so many lives before finding me in the forest, she and Uncle Ned ripped through so many rogues and saved my life.

My head hurts when I think of that night, I feel like I'm forgetting something. It doesn't feel like I'm missing anything, rather that I found something and can’t remember what.

Each time I feel like I might be getting images it all dissolves away, must just be another dream, no way I turn into some deadly flashlight haha.

Once I’m done getting dressed I hop downstairs, eat my pancakes, and then we head out to the training field to see George fight for the first time. As the Alphas child, he spars with the coach on a regular. Today is a real match. He is the one below the Gamma who trains all the wolves, but the Gamma gets final say of who joins the guard.

Todays little fight is only for coach to get a feel on what he has to work on going forward as he trains George to be the next Alpha. We get there finally and I see George and coach already standing on each end of the ring.

We sit quickly and I call out “Go Georgie!” He blushes and looks upset for just a second before we both laugh it off and he waves.

A few minutes later the coach arrives. George readies his stance and the match starts with a ding of a bell. I thought I would be bored or even scared watching this as usual, I stayed away from the training grounds since I was little but, this time its different. Every move they make and how quick and strong they are is just incredible, and much different than watching the other kids.

I wish I had a wolf and could fight, but I know they will just tell me I can get hurt since I cant heal. They’re probably right, one swing and my arm could break.

I focus back in on the match when everyone starts getting riled up at the last 2 minute mark. George doesn't have to win, just last 10 minutes, no kid our age can fight like coach, only Mom and Alpha Ned.

With the last 2 minutes almost over I become hypnotized almost to the energy of the fight.

Just as George darts in low, the coach shifts, planting a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder and using his own momentum against him, sending him sprawling across the dirt. Before George could scramble back up, the coach crouched beside him.

“You’re too high on your entry. Keep your center low and grounded, or anyone bigger will toss you like a leaf in wind,” he said, voice calm but sharp. “And quit puffing your chest after every dodge. Confidence doesn’t win fights pup, discipline does.”

George blinked up at him, dirt clinging to his cheek and lip trembling with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. But he didn’t growl. He didn’t lash out.

He breathed in deep.

Then rose.

His movements weren’t refined, but they were precise. Wild eyes locked in, he charged like instinct had taken over, fangs bared in a snarl that didn’t belong to a child.

When the coach grabbed for him, George twisted his wrist free with an instinctive roll of his shoulder, then jabbed twice, once to the ribs, once to the gut before slipping out of reach again.

He pivoted on his heel, using the momentum to swing low and sweep the coach’s legs from under him, a move too fast and clean for a pup his age.

For a heartbeat, the clearing was silent.

Then the crowd erupted.

Shouts burst from every side, wild cheers, loud gasps, the sharp bark of laughter as wolves slapped fists together and stamped their feet. George stood there, his chest heaving, ears ringing now as the sound washed over him. He looked around, wide-eyed, disbelief melting into something brighter. A grin broke across his face, quick and boyish, proud in a way he didn’t yet know how to hide.

Across the ring, the coach pushed himself to his feet, brushing dirt from his forearms. He stared at George for a long moment, shock flickering before it settled into something far more dangerous, approval sharpened by challenge.

At the edge of the crowd, Ned’s jaw had gone slack, pride shining openly in his eyes, while Amy pressed a hand to her mouth, her breath caught somewhere between worry and awe.

The coach rolled his shoulders, planting his feet again. “Alright then,” he muttered, lips curling. “Let’s see if you can keep it.”

They squared off.

The start signal sounded, and the coach lunged, swinging wildly now, heavy strikes meant to overwhelm rather than teach. His fists cut through the air in rapid succession, powerful and unrelenting.

George didn’t strike back.

He dodged.

The countdown began, voices joining together as one.

“Ten!”

George ducked under a wide hook, the wind of it tugging at his hair.

“Nine!”

He sidestepped a follow-up blow, boots skidding in the dirt as he twisted away.

“Eight!”

A swing came too fast, George bent backward instinctively, the strike missing his nose by inches.

“Seven!”

He spun out of reach, breath steady now, eyes locked and focused.

“Six!”

Another blow, he dropped low, rolling past the coach’s legs.

“Five!”

The crowd roared louder with every miss.

“Four!”

George slipped left, then right, the chaos around him blurring as instinct guided every step.

“Three!”

The coach overextended, George was already gone.

“Two!”

A final wild swing cut empty air.

“One!”

The signal rang out.

DING! DING! DING!

George stood untouched, chest rising and falling, eyes bright with something ancient and unshakable, while the coach froze mid-step, staring at the child before him like he’d just glimpsed the future of the pack.

George made it without bowing out. His wounds will heal in a few hours, he hasn't merged with his wolf yet so it will take some time before it will only take minutes to heal these type of wounds. George is young but very strong and fast, it’s the Alpha blood that makes even his human form strong.

He walks away with a victory today and with his head held high. , but as I walk away, I’m left with a strange sense of loss, like I should be in that ring too. I’ve never fought before or had any interest until now. I hated fighting, but something in me itches to jump in the ring, almost clawing at me to get out and join them.

As the months go by, I watch the adults spar, and I watch George. I hide behind the bleachers and memorize their moves. At night I hide in the woods to practice alone where nobody can see me. I had been doing it so often and not getting caught, I hadn’t realized when I started being watched.

One night by the lake, I was trying this new uppercut combo I saw Jason try out before, and I heard a twig snap. I didn’t react right away and pretended to walk over to my bag for a sip of water as they tried to sneak up on me.

Once they reached out I swung around, grabbed their wrist and threw them to the ground. With a loud “OOMF” I knew it was George.

“Ugh what are you doing here Georgie? How did you know I was here?”

George still trying to catch his breath from slamming into the dirt says “I’m here for you. You shouldn’t be so surprised, why do you think nobody ever bothers you out here?” He gets up, dusts himself, and shakes his head at me. I’m not going to like this...

“Rowans dad found you, I guess you got hurt a while back while you were out here and he smelled your blood. He went to look for you to see if there was danger but you were already back to training by the time he saw you and he let you be. He told me and Rowan about you being out here training while I was at his place sparring and we begged him not to tell the alpha and to leave you be.”

Wait what? He knew all this time and didn't tell our parents?

“Why didn't you tell them? You know my mom would freak if she knew I were out here alone.”

I squinted my eyes at him and crossed my arms. “What do you want from me George?”

George laughs and rubs the back of his neck.

“Uhh haha, actually, I want you to join the ranks.”

I busted out laughing so hard I thought we would REALLY get caught for sure. I look up and he looks, serious?

“Come on George I’ve never fought anyone. So you saw me throw a few punches in the air big whoop but I have no wolf, I’m basically human.”

He walks to me and hugs me.

“Oh don’t say that about yourself Asha, never again. I think you’re going to be a great soldier.”

He steps back to look at me now.

“Its not just tonight that I've seen you. Been watching for a while now. I even ask coach to repeat certain workouts because later on when I check on you, I see you get frustrated because you either couldn't remember it or just couldn’t get it right.”

I was in shock now, he’s been helping so much and I had no idea.

My eyes start to get a little fuzzy...

“I still don’t get why you want me to join so badly, I’ll never be as strong as the others...”

George gets completely serious now.

“I have seen you running through these woods, lifting small logs, how fast you swing, and how flexible you are. Other kids our age can barely jump rope for longer than 10 minutes. You’re almost 7 but train like, well an alpha.” He starts laughing, but I don’t.

“I will never be a soldier, let alone an alpha”

He sighs.

“No you won’t be alpha, I will take care of that tiny one, but who knows, gamma position is always there.”

Now that piqued my interest, but no matter how much I want it, its not up to me, or him either.

“I still need the goddess blessing to become a gamma. I doubt that without a wolf I would get the mark.”

He gives me a little smirk suddenly, like he knows something?

He pokes and pushes at my forehead and tells me “Remember from class tiny one, that the mark comes to those who deserve it and fit the position more than any other. Its a matter of soul, not strength.” He sighs.

“How about this, from now on, we meet here every night and we train what I've learned so far and so on. That way you don't have to keep hiding in the bleachers. Then when you’re 10 and think you want to do this, we will approach coach for a match.”

I blush cause he really knew everything, nobody else pays attention to me. My cousin has always been more like a brother to me.

As he walks off he says “Think about it. Meet you here tomorrow night if its a yes. If not, take the night off and stay home. Plus, something in me just tells me that you will definitely be someone we need.”

I drop to the ground and take a breath, taking in everything George told me.

Can I really do something like that?

Become someone like my mother?

I smile to myself when I think of the times I've seen my mother spar and drop every soldier that comes forward, except uncle Ned of course. He says he loves sparring mom though because he actually gets challenged in a fight.

Sigh, I am NOT going to be that strong no matter how much I train. Even Jason who is a year older and half my size has noticed weird strength lately.

AHHH!! I can’t catch a break!

I’m not a wolf...

I’m...

An abomination.

I’m not meant to do anything...

My chest starts to feel tight and I can’t breathe.

That's when I hear it. The voice that I've heard all my life in my dreams.

...Asha...

....ASHA....

....AAASSSHHHAAA!!!....

But, but I’m awake? That's impossible!

I jump up and start to cry, this cant be happening. I cover my ears and close my eyes but still hear her everywhere.

Then, I hear her, softly now, ahead of me.

I open my eyes...and I'm no longer at the lake by the packhouse.

I’m at the lake from my dreams. Tall crystals, blue lake, and so many pretty flowers and butterflies!

I must have passed out or something after practice, this definitely isn't real.

I look around again and see I'm alone, might as well do what I’ve always wanted!!

I run to the crystals and climb the tallest one.

I lay atop it watching the water and think, I’ve never actually dreamt of running around though.

Only like images in my head about the flowers, the crystals, and the...eyes...

The purple eyes that haunt me.

At the same time, I never feel danger or scared when I dream of them. I actually feel really sad and even upset sometimes, like they’re eyes full of pain and hurt.

Like they need me.

...I do need you...

I look up, and coming towards me on the lake, is the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen.

And...walking...on... the WATER?! “That’s gotta be proof I'm sleeping now, there's no way that's possible.”

...Silly girl you are not dreaming, I simply took you into your mind for a moment to calm you down. You were having a panic attack and saying things so hurtful and awful about yourself Asha...

“What do you mean into my mind? Who are you? And how can I hear you? You’re a wolf, you can’t speak.”

...Don’t worry about all that just yet, it’s time for you to get back. If you get caught now, you can’t meet Georgie tomorrow...

I start feeling dizzy and my eyes feel heavy.

...You won’t remember everything, only pieces, but know this. You will have my strength once you strengthen your body. The stronger your human side, the sooner we can merge and be one again. Till we meet again...

Now my eyes fully shut and a moment later once they're open...

“Oww my head. What was I doing? Why am I still here?” Confused and unfocused, I stand up to get my stuff and start to head home now. Its only a few hours before I have to be up again, and I will need some rest for tomorrow night.