The Blessed Reborn Lycan

Chapter Four

Asha POV

What a night, I cant believe George got his wolf! I don't know if I should be happy or even more jealous that he’s gonna be so much more stronger yet again.

Grr, definitely gonna be another night where my brain does NOT like me and won’t let me sleep. I guess I’ll get some milk and honey like mommy makes me, that should help.

I get up to go to my door and open it a crack when I hear mumbling from downstairs, momma must have uncle Ned over.

I start walking to the stairs when I hear momma yell “She took my mate and almost killed my child!! Again!!”

I gasp and cover my mouth, starting to cry I wonder, what is that suppose to mean? Someone took daddy? And wants to kill me? What does she mean by again?

I walk slowly towards the steps, I have to know what she's talking about, and who. As I get down step by step I can hear them speak again, this time about the fight that happened two years ago, they were after me too? And.....what? Powers? What powers?

Uncle Ned says “When George’s wolf came forward, he sensed something about Asha, and saw her eyes flash purple.”

I felt a pulse go through me at those words...purple eyes... I hiss at the sudden pain in my head and my legs get weak. I walk back to the room, I feel dizzy now and I don't think I need that milk anymore.

I get back into bed and get under the covers, what do they mean by powers? And he saw me with purple eyes? But that wasn't me in the dream, it was another being entirely. Is something taking over me? Am I...possessed?

I start going clammy and I can’t breathe, my thoughts run wild until I pass out, not sure if I want to wake up tomorrow...

***

Asha suddenly feels a wonderful breeze, the smell of the ocean in the air, she opens her eyes to see she’s standing at the edge of a cliff looking out to the most beautiful ocean glimmering in the moonlight. Asha’s attire, an ethereal dress to match the ocean and starlit sky that dances in the wind. She looks up to the moon, never has she seen it so full, so bright. Staring at the moon, it suddenly splits in two, one half black and the other white. She hears a voice whisper:

“You are not what they think. You were never meant to be ordinary.”

Asha tries to search for the voice and when she looks behind her, she sees a grand palace, a massive black figure all the way at the top on the roof, howling to the moon. She wishes to soothe the creature, he feels so alone, but the moment she tries to move, his eyes find her, those deep blood orange eyes shine her way.

***

I woke up startled, I’ve never dreamt of that place before. My sheets were tangled, my throat dry, and my skin clammy with sweat. My heart thudded in a slow, echoing rhythm.

What... happened?

I rubbed my forehead. The last thing I remembered was going downstairs for milk and honey. Then… a dream. A moon, split in two. A black one and a white one, circling each other. And a voice whispering:

“You were never meant to be ordinary.”

That part clung to me like smoke, and that ocean, so beautiful, everything else? Gone. My chest tightens again, there was something important, something I’d heard, something I had seen. But it slipped through my mind like water through cracked hands.

I swung my legs out of bed. Everything ached. Had I slept the whole day? The sky outside was already fading to dusk, and my stomach grumbled angrily.

I pulled on my hoodie and padded to the door. Just as I opened it, I heard voices downstairs.

“.... if she’s awake?” That was Jason.

I made my way down, each step feeling like I was waking up from a deeper sleep. Jason was in the kitchen with my mom, hands in his hoodie pocket, bouncing like he was on caffeine and anxiety.

He turned the second I stepped in. “Ash!” His eyes lit up, then narrowed. “You okay? You look like death warmed over.”

“Thanks,” I muttered with a tired smile. “I feel... off. What time is it?”

“Almost seven,” he said. “PM.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You were out cold all day,” Mom said, stepping toward me, eyes full of worry. “I couldn’t get you to wake up. You didn’t even twitch.”

I glanced at Jason, then back at her. “I just remember... dreaming.”

Jason tilted his head. “What kind of dream?”

Looking to my mom head first in the freezer, I hesitated. “I’ll tell you outside.”

We headed to the backyard, settling onto the porch steps. The air was cool, and the last light of the sun painted everything gold and purple.

“I’ve been having weird dreams since I was five,” I confessed. “Never told anyone. I always thought they were just... nightmares or something.”

Jason looked surprised but didn’t interrupt.

“They always have a full moon. But last night, it was different. The moon was split in two. One white. One black. And there was a voice. I can’t remember most of it, just the last part. It said, ‘You were never meant to be ordinary.’”

Jason gave a low whistle. “Creepy. Kinda epic, though.”

I nodded. “Yeah. But I feel weird today. Like something’s calling to me, inside me.”

He looked at me for a moment, then nudged my shoulder. “You always were a weirdo. Guess now it’s just official.”

I chuckled, but it faded fast. “Jase... I need to train. I need to be ready if something happens. I can’t just be the only one without a wolf and without any way to defend myself.”

Jason looked like he wanted to argue, but instead he said, “You really gonna talk to your mom about it?”

Before I could answer, the porch creaked.

Uncle Ned stepped into view from around the side of the house, arms crossed. “She won’t have to do it alone.”

“Uncle Ned?” I stood up, a sudden mix of nerves and hope rushing through me.

“I want to train,” I said quickly. “Please. I know you heard me. And I know Mom’s not gonna be thrilled, but I need this. I need to feel strong. Like I can protect myself.”

He studied me for a long beat, then gave a small nod.

“You’ve got fire,” he said. “You’re going to need it. I’ll talk to your mother. And if she says no… we’ll talk again.”

A grin cracked across my face.

“Thanks, Uncle Ned.”

Jason grinned too. “This is gonna be awesome.”

Uncle Ned laughs and says “I’m glad you think so, she’s going to need a sparring partner.” Jason is not laughing anymore with his mouth wide open as I start to cackle.

But as I looked up at the rising crescent moon, the grin faded. That voice from the dream echoed again in my ears:

“You were never meant to be ordinary.”

And suddenly… I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing.

The next morning, the house was quieter than usual, sunlight pouring in through the windows like golden silk. Amy sat with a steaming mug of tea, watching the morning unfold with a faraway look in her eyes.

Asha stood in front of her, fists clenched. “I want to train.”

Jason and George hovered behind her, both silent but clearly there in support.

Amy raised an eyebrow, slowly setting her mug down. “You just turned seven.”

“I’ll be eight soon, in a few months, well ten months...” stumbling on her words.

She shakes it off, and Asha says, voice steady. “I want to be ready.”

Amy studied her, and for a moment, it looked like she might say no. But then her gaze softened. “You won’t officially spar until you’re ten. That’s the rule for all pups except the future alpha. When the time comes, you’ll face the coach, same as the others.”

Asha nodded, almost vibrating with determination.

“Until then,” Amy continued, “you train with Jason, George, and Uncle Ned. If I hear even one complaint, it’s over. Understood?”

Asha's smile broke like dawn and bounced out of the room, the rest following her and the door clicking shut behind her. The second it did, Edgar stepped out from the shadows near the stairwell.

“Did I just hear you properly?” His voice was already heavy with accusation.

Amy didn’t answer right away. She began clearing the dishes from the small table, deliberately slow.

“Didn’t even think to ask me, and you said yes.”

“She’ll train with Ned. It’s done,” Amy said without looking up.

“You didn’t even think about it, did you?” he snapped, stepping closer. “She doesn’t have a damn wolf, Amy!”

“And you don’t have a damn spine, Edgar,” she fired back. “So what’s your point?”

He bristled. “I’m her father.”

“You’re a sperm donor with an opinion, and I’m tired of hearing it.”

Amy spun around, fury radiating off her like heat. Her hands were still damp from the dishwater, but she jabbed a finger toward him like a dagger.

“She’s been asking to train for months. And you? You’ve done nothing but breathe doubt down her neck and mine since the day I carried her home alive.”

“She was dead, Amy!” he shouted, voice cracking. “Don’t act like that’s normal, like she’s normal! We don’t even know what brought her back or what the trigger is for whatever the hell is inside her!”

“Exactly,” Amy growled, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “We don’t know, because you left me to figure it out alone. While you sulked and spiraled and shoved your d**k into anything, that wasn’t grieving.”

His jaw clenched. “You think I didn’t suffer too?”

“I think you got scared that your mate was stronger than you. I think you saw your daughter born without a wolf and decided she was broken. And I think it burns you to see that she’s not. That despite what you did to her, she will be a better soldier than you”

He looked away for half a second, stung. “She’s a girl. A fragile, triggerless bomb just waiting to go off. She shouldn’t be trained like a soldier. She should be helping from the sidelines patching wounds, supporting the real fighters.”

Amy laughed, sharp, vicious, disbelieving. “You mean like I should have? Is that it? You think I should’ve stayed home and braided hair while the men went off to bleed for the pack?”

“You were different,” he muttered, but it was weak. “Before all this.”

“Yeah, Edgar. I was in love with a man I thought had a spine.” Her smile was cold. “Then the world caught fire and I realized I was married to the smoke.”

He said nothing. He couldn’t. The air between them snapped with silence.

Amy stepped back, shaking her head, voice low now but venomous. “She’s going to be stronger than both of us, and that terrifies you. But guess what? I’m not raising her to be afraid of her own damn shadow just because you are.”

Then she turned away, deliberately, back ramrod straight. Her hands shook, but not from fear.

From fury.

The door to Amy’s room clicked shut while Edgar stood there in the dim hallway, jaw tight, fists clenched, the echoes of her words still vibrating in his bones.

“You were different.”

“I was married to the smoke.”

His nostrils flared. He didn’t move.

...You really think you won that one?...

came the low rumble in his mind.

Edgar closed his eyes, it was Vargr, his wolf. Always calm, steady, just tired of the mess Edgar kept making.

...She was right, you know. You do fear her strength. Just like you feared Amy’s...

“Shut up,” Edgar muttered aloud.

...I won’t. Not this time. You love them both, but your pride is louder than your heart...

Edgar’s chest heaved. He leaned a hand against the wall, the old wood creaking beneath his weight. “She’s still a child. She doesn’t even have a wolf.”

...Neither did Amy when she fought off those rogues with her bare hands. You remember that night? Because I do. We both do...

He gritted his teeth.

...You laid passed out drunk while she bled for your daughter. You call yourself her protector, but you haven’t protected anyone, not in a long time...

“Don’t,” Edgar growled. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some weak excuse of a”

...You are... Vargr said simply.

...You used to be a soldier. A mate. A father. Now you're just bitter that the women you love don’t need saving...

Silence.

...But they did need you to stand beside them. You were too proud to see it...

Edgar pounded the wall once with a clenched fist, wood splintering beneath his knuckles.

Vargr was quiet for a beat. Then softly,

...You can still change...

Edgar said nothing. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

And then, without a word, he turned and walked away from the door, his shadow trailing like regret behind him.