Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 275 - in me

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~Lisa’s POV

"I can’t feel anything again," I said weakly, staring down at my trembling hands. "It’s like... sothing inside just went silent."

Lira looked at for a while, her face calm, her smile gentle but mysterious. "That’s possible," she said softly. "You’re still learning to understand yourself, child. Power like yours doesn’t always stay quiet. It only hides when you’re not ready."

I frowned a little, confused. "Not ready? But I’ve been through enough already, Lira. I’ve lost people, fought for my life, and run from everything that hurt. If that doesn’t make ready, then what will?"

Lira chuckled softly, her voice sounding like a song carried by the wind. "Pain doesn’t make you ready, my dear. It only makes you aware. But readiness... readiness is when you accept what that pain made you beco."

I stared at her. "Then maybe I’ll never be ready," I whispered.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Oh, you will. You are your parents’ child. I see it in your eyes." Then she stepped back and stretched her hands toward . "Now, I want you to shift."

I blinked. "Shift?"

"Yes," she said, her tone playful but firm. "I want to see the beautiful creation your parents made together. A wolf and a witch in one. A wonder the world feared yet never understood."

I hesitated, staring down at the ground. "I... I don’t think I can."

"Why?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I only shift when I’m angry," I confessed, ashad. "It’s like sothing burns inside before it happens. When I’m calm, it’s just... nothing."

Lira’s smile widened slightly. "Then we shall make it happen."

My eyes widened. "How?"

"Leave that to ," she said, stepping closer. "Stand still, and don’t move, no matter what you feel."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright."

Lira closed her eyes and began to chant softly in a strange language. Her voice was low at first, almost like a hum, but it grew louder, fuller, echoing through the forest. The air around us started to shift; it beca thicker, charged with sothing powerful. My heart began to race.

Then suddenly, whoosh! A cold wind swept past , and every part of my body began to tingle. My bones felt like they were stretching, twisting, breaking, and healing all at once. I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching my chest.

"Lira!" I cried out. "It hurts!"

"Endure it!" she shouted, still chanting. "Let it co out, Lisa! Don’t fight it...let it happen!"

The pain grew stronger. My vision blurred. My skin burned. I wanted to scream, but no sound ca out. Then, in a flash, my body snapped, my heartbeat thundered, and everything went dark for a second.

When I opened my eyes again, everything looked... different. Clearer. Sharper. I could hear the faintest rustle of leaves, sll the damp earth, feel the air moving against my fur, fur.

I looked down, and my hands were gone. My arms, my legs, everything had changed. I was standing on four feet.

"By the Moon..." Lira whispered, her eyes wide. She took a step closer, staring at in awe. "You’re... perfect."

I tilted my head, unsure how to respond.

"You’re both wolf and witch," she said, smiling warmly. "A creature of the moon and the stars. A living bond of two powers that should never have t, yet they did, in you."

Her words made sothing ache in my chest.

Lira slowly reached out her hand. "May I?"

I nodded. Her hand brushed my fur gently, and she closed her eyes. "So much power," she murmured. "Your mother’s grace, your father’s strength. They truly made a masterpiece."

I made a soft sound, half growl, half whine, and stepped closer to her.

She smiled again, then started chanting once more. The warmth in my body began to fade, and the pain returned briefly, not sharp this ti, just heavy. My bones shifted back, my fur disappeared, and before I knew it, I was kneeling naked on the ground again, gasping for breath.

Lira quickly ca forward and wrapped a cloak around before I fell completely.

I leaned into her arms, exhausted. "Why... why do I feel so hurt when shifting? Why do I feel so tired?" I asked weakly.

She smiled, her eyes kind. "Because I used a chant to help you shift. Your body is still learning to do it on its own. The magic drains you until you master it."

I nodded slowly, closing my eyes.

I leaned into her arms, exhausted. "Why... why do I feel so hurt when shifting? Why do I feel so tired?" I asked weakly.

She smiled, her eyes kind. "Because I used a chant to help you shift. Your body is still learning to do it on its own. The magic drains you until you master it."

I nodded slowly, closing my eyes for a mont, feeling the faint throb in my bones. Then I looked up at her again. "Can you teach the chant?" I asked quietly. "I want to learn it. Maybe... maybe that way, I won’t be so helpless."

Lira smiled softly, her gaze warm but knowing. "You can’t learn it yet, Lisa," she said gently. "That chant isn’t sothing you morize, it’s sothing your soul awakens to."

I frowned a little. "What do you an?"

"When you attain your full power," she explained, touching my forehead lightly with her fingertip, "the chant will co to you on its own. It will rise from within you like breath. You won’t need to teach you. You will know it, magically, as all true witches do."

I stared at her, confused and fascinated at the sa ti. "So... it’s already inside ?"

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, child. Everything you need is already within you. My work is only to guide you until you see it yourself."

I sighed tiredly, leaning back into her arm. "That sounds like forever."

Lira laughed softly. "Maybe not forever. But power like yours takes ti. You can’t rush what was ant to bloom slowly."

"Your parents would be proud of you, Lisa. You carry both of them inside you, even if you never t them."

My throat tightened. "I wish I did. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so lost."

Lira’s hand brushed my hair gently. "You’re not lost, child. You’re finding your path, one step at a ti."

"I’m just tired," I murmured.

"I know," she said softly. "That will be all for today. We’ve done enough. You need rest. Tomorrow, we’ll start again."

I nodded weakly. "Can you help up? I don’t think I can walk."

She chuckled. "Of course."

She slipped one arm under my shoulder and lifted gently, helping stand. My legs shook with every step, and I leaned heavily on her as we walked back through the forest toward her hut.

The air was cool, and the sound of birds heading ho filled the silence between us.

When we reached her hut, she helped lie down on the small mat and covered with a soft cloth. I sighed deeply, feeling my body finally relax.

"Rest now," she said, covering with a blanket. "You’ve done well."

I caught her hand before she could leave. "Lira?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," I said, my voice almost a whisper. "For believing in ."

She smiled again, that gentle, knowing smile of hers. "Always, Lisa. Always."