The Blessed Reborn Lycan

Chapter Seven

Amy POV

In the office upstairs as the boys speak, I glance through the window. What I see, makes me get the attention of the others in the room.

“Guys, come see, she’s sparring Jason again. Last time he had her, but look, she learned his movements in three matches. Taught her a fake-out for his leg swipe. She’s got him in… three… two… one...and he’s down!”

She’s beautiful, I’m bursting with pride, but then Jason tells me something that hits me a bit hard.

“He just mind-linked me, said he truly tried, she’s getting stronger, fast.”

That last word came out softer, laced more with worry than celebration.

Ned stepped forward, ready to offer reassurance, when a low growl snapped our attention back to the field.

There was Rowan. His stance was rigid, hostile, but it wasn’t toward Asha.

It was Jason.

We watched as Rowan shoved Jason aside, eyes locked on Asha. His lips moved. One word.

Mate.

I gasp, a flicker of hope sparking. But it died just as quickly.

Asha pulled away.

Once.

Twice.

Then ran.

“I have to go to her,” I said, already halfway to the door.

But Ned’s arm shot out, blocking my path with quiet strength.

“Give her a moment,” he said firmly. “She just found out she has a mate, and still believes she has no wolf. She’s young, it’s possible she felt nothing, Amy. The bond may need to form naturally after she is older. We still don’t know what’s inside her. Maybe it is a wolf. Maybe she will have a chance to become one of us when the bond is completed.”

My eyes narrowed, voice cracked with emotion. “When the bond is completed? Or if it is?”

I step back, folding my arms tight.

“Asha wasn’t singled out, but she was always treated like a delicate human even after her match with coach, until she won her first match at thirteen, to a pack guard, no less. She shouldn’t have been able to do that.”

I shook my head, jaw tense. “And now she just beat Jason, someone twice her size who took the match seriously. You saw it. She’s not just talented, she’s powerful.”

Her voice dropped, more gravel than silk now.

“And that boy… he’s not right for her. My wolf doesn’t approve. She feels something off about him. And not just as a mother, but as Gamma.”

I turn to Garrett and Ned. “I saw his face when she pulled away. He was a good pup, but he is surely different now. Even when you’re young you always have some kind of bond with your future mate if you meet before its time for the bond to snap in place. You and Lily were always sweet on each other before you guys even knew you were mates.”

Ned nods in understanding “You're right, me and Lily always seemed to find each other as pups. But they are different, Rowan got his wolf early and Asha both does and doesn't seem to have one, or a normal one at that. It could just take time, we will see when she is 18.”

I give in with a huff and nod, we will see what happens. “Keep an eye out for him still, I don't want him to force anything on her, he always followed her around when they were kids, make sure he doesn't escalate any further than that until she's ready.”

***

Outside, the air had barely settled from the morning’s tension when the main gates of Miravael creaked open again.

Asha stood at the edge of the training field, her pulse still steady from drills, her thoughts anything but. Jason jogged over, hair damp with sweat, and nudged her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Define ‘okay,’” she muttered, but before he could press, a scent caught on the breeze. Not unfamiliar, but not yet known. It was floral, but not soft, wild jasmine maybe, twisted with something sharper.

Jason stilled, then smiled. “She’s here.”

“Who?”

“My cousin. Farah.”

Asha blinked. “Cousin? Since when do you have family not in this pack?”

“She was in the Redwood territory,” Jason said, already turning toward the road. “Her parents were... they didn’t survive the last rogue ambush up there. She’s been with the council until they found a safe pack to place her in.”

Asha followed without needing to be asked, curiosity bubbling.

As they neared the training courtyard at the front of the packhouse, a black SUV pulled to a stop. The engine clicked as it cooled, and the passenger door opened.

Farah stepped out.

She was tall, nearly as tall as George with long limbs and a proud, upright posture that didn’t scream royalty, but survival. Her skin was pale, her hair long and platinum blonde braided back from her face. Her eyes scanned the pack like a wolf judging a new territory.

Cautious. Calm. Calculating.

Jason ran to meet her with a choked laugh and a hug that looked like it should have hurt. “You made it.”

“Barely,” she muttered, squeezing him tightly before pulling back. “And what the hell is this heat? This place always feel like a sauna?”

“Only in the summer,” he said. “Or during battle drills.”

Asha stood awkwardly as they approached, but Jason gestured to her immediately. “This is Asha, my best friend. We’ve been friends since forever.”

Farah’s gaze flicked to Asha, and the corner of her mouth lifted. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Asha replied warmly, though she felt like Farah was measuring her. Not in a cruel way, more like someone who needed to know if you were safe. She got that.

Jason continued, “George and Rowan are around here somewhere. George is the Alpha’s son. We all sort of… hang out.”

“Pack royalty,” Farah said with dry amusement, her voice smooth and low.

Before Asha could respond, the air shifted. A presence like static filled the space. She turned just as George rounded the corner of the training hall, sweaty and shirtless from sparring. He paused mid-step.

His eyes locked on Farah.

Asha felt it, saw it in the sudden stillness of his body, the slight parting of his lips, and the way every muscle seemed to freeze and tighten all at once.

Jason didn’t notice. “George! This is my cousin, Farah!”

George blinked slowly and forced a casual smile, but Asha noticed how tight it was. “Welcome to Miravael.”

Farah nodded politely, unaware of the sudden tension in George’s posture. “Thanks.”

Asha narrowed her eyes. She didn’t know exactly what had just happened, but she had an idea, and just filed it away in the same place she kept all the other mysteries in her life lately.

As the group walked away from the training field together, Asha fell into step beside Farah. “We usually hang out by the lake past there after dinner.” Pointing towards the woods next to the packhouse. “Jason complains about the food every night, but he always finishes two plates.”

Farah huffed a laugh, small but genuine, thoughts of a sense of peace.

Over the next few weeks Farah eased into the group like she'd always belonged there, though Asha could tell it wasn’t effortless for her. She listened more than she spoke, always alert, like her mind was scanning for exits even in casual conversation. But little by little, the cracks showed. Soft smiles at Jason’s jokes, dry comments during movie nights, and a sharp wit that could shut Rowan up faster than anyone Asha had ever met.

They trained together in the mornings, Farah moved like someone who’d been forced to grow strong fast. She didn’t have her wolf yet, but she could take down Rowan in a spar when she was focused, and even George looked impressed more than once. Asha admired her. Farah was the type of strong that came from fire, not pride.

One night, after dinner and after Jason predictably complained about the undercooked rice, the group gathered near the back of the packhouse under the stars. Rowan was teasing Jason about some girl who’d asked him out and gotten rejected.

“She practically threw herself at him,” Rowan was saying with mock shock. “And our boy said, ‘Sorry, I don’t date within the gene pool.’”

Jason threw a pebble at him. “You’re just mad she didn’t ask you.”

Farah laughed, actually laughed, low and warm. Asha smiled at her, feeling something tighten in her chest. Not jealousy, just… hope. That maybe they were healing. All of them.

“You always this loud?” Farah sarcastically asked Asha with a small smirk, nudging her shoulder gently.

“I’ve been told I have no indoor voice,” Asha replied, grinning.

“You and Jason are really close,” Farah said, tone casual.

Asha nodded. “He’s family in everything but blood. When we were small pups, he was the shortest and scrawniest in our age group, and I was the wolfless girl. We paired up a lot since the others were afraid of hurting us if they played with us, sometimes bullied until George and Rowan would come around. We’ve all been inseparable since”

Farah gave a small nod accepting that answer, and Asha saw the flicker of something behind her eyes. Grief maybe, or envy. She gently hooked her pinky with Farah’s, grounding her.

“You’re part of the chaos now. Sorry in advance.”

Farah didn’t speak for a moment. Then, “I think I like chaos.”

Asha smiled. “Then you’ll fit right in. Hey, want to go for a walk by the lake?” Farah smiles at Asha and eagerly nods her head, they both stand and walk off saying bye to the boys and they will just be by the lake.

George watched them from the edge of the tree line, arms crossed, his jaw tight.

Farah’s laugh floated up into the night, light and real in a way that tugged something deep in his chest. He didn’t know what he expected when Jason said she was coming, maybe another broken soul, another quiet shadow added to the pack.

He hadn’t expected her.

Not the way her voice settled into his bones, or how his wolf had gone completely silent the moment their eyes met, as if the beast within was bowing to something sacred.

Mate.

He’d known instantly. The bond surged forward like lightning in a storm, and he’d nearly collapsed from the force of it. But she had blinked at him like he was just another stranger. Because to her, he was.

She was only seventeen.

Her senses and her wolf, likely still locked away behind trauma and blood and fear, wouldn’t awaken until eighteen. She couldn't feel it. Not yet.

He had a year to wait.

A year to pretend she was just another member of the pack.

A year to watch her grow close to his friends, especially Asha, whose bond with her was already blooming into something sisterly and fierce. He couldn’t take that from her.

He wouldn’t.

So George did the only thing he could. He watched.

And waited.

And prayed to the goddess that when the time came, she wouldn’t run.