Moonblood: A Hale Reborn

NOVA HALE — POV

Nova woke before the sun. Her body ached in the best and worst ways, sore from the night she and Hope had shared. The room was quiet, still steeped in shadows. She blinked up at the ceiling, heart strangely calm.

Hope lay beside her, bare, her breath slow and even in sleep. Peaceful. Vulnerable. Beautiful.

Something twisted in Nova's chest.

A bond? A pull?

She pushed it down. She couldn't afford to feel this. Not again. Not so soon after everything else had burned to ash.

Quietly, Nova slipped out of bed, moving like a shadow. Her clothes were scattered across the floor—ripped jeans, worn hoodie, shirt wrinkled beyond saving. She got dressed in silence, boots scuffed against the motel carpet.

She didn't leave a note.

Didn't look back.

Just disappeared.

HOPE MIKAELSON — POV

Hope stirred with the morning light streaming across the room. Her limbs were tangled in the sheets, her skin warm from shared heat and memory. She reached for Nova instinctively, a sleepy smile curving her lips.

But the space beside her was empty.

Cold.

Hope sat up, her brows furrowing. "Nova?"

No response.

The room was silent.

Her clothes were gone. No note. No trace.

Hope looked down at the spot where Nova had lain just hours earlier, the shape of her still vivid in Hope's mind. A knot formed in her chest. Something between disappointment and a strange ache.

She didn't know her last name.

Didn't even know if she'd ever see her again.

But somehow, she already missed her.

She didn't know it yet, but this wasn't the end.

Only the beginning.

THIRD PERSON — A MONTH LATER

Derek Hale wasn't good with feelings.

But even he could tell his sister was breaking.

Nova didn't talk much anymore. She barely trained. Barely slept. Her temper flared at the smallest things. She snapped at Stiles, avoided Scott, and didn't even blink when Allison tried again—and again—to apologize.

Allison had been persistent. She kept trying to explain, to ask for another chance. To make Nova believe it was a mistake, not a betrayal. But Nova wouldn't hear it. Not after what she saw. Not after what it cost her.

It was around then that Derek told Nova about a special school — a place for supernatural teens who needed training, understanding, and a way to control what they were. In the past, Nova might've been skeptical. But after Scott's betrayal, her trust in him was shattered. So, when Derek spoke — her actual brother — she listened. And this time, she didn't push him away.

Still, Nova felt torn. There were people she didn't want to leave. People who hadn't betrayed her. Stiles. Lydia. Isaac. Even Aiden and Ethan, the twins who'd somehow become more pack than threat.

So she called them all to the loft.

Stiles showed up first, rambling. Lydia next, cool and curious. Aiden and Ethan came together. Isaac leaned against the wall like usual, hands in his pockets, eyes wary.

"I need your advice," Nova said, once they were all there. "Caroline Forbes runs a school for people like us. A place where I could train. Start fresh. Get away from them."

She didn't need to say who.

" A place where we wouldn't have to hide what we are — where everyone is supernatural or understands our world. I'm thinking about going," she continued. "But I don't want to leave you behind. If you want to come... you can."

Isaac raised a brow. "You mean, like, transfer schools?"

"Something like that," Nova said.

Ethan and Aiden exchanged glances, then nodded. "We're in."

Lydia hesitated. "If there's a place that can help me understand more about what I am... I want that."

Stiles frowned. "But I'm not supernatural."

Nova smiled faintly. "You're my emissary. You always have been and pretty sure yor are the only reason we have survived this long, Stiles."

Stiles blinked, stunned into silence.

Derek, watching all of this, stepped aside and pulled out his phone. He called Caroline.

"We've got more kids who need that school," he said. "Think you can come and meet them?"

Caroline's laugh was warm. "Send me the address."

A few days later, she arrived at the loft with her signature poise and an inviting smile. She didn't rush them. She listened. She answered every question — about the school, the curriculum, the protections, the other students. She even cracked a few jokes that made Ethan snort and Lydia raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"It's not just for training," Caroline said. "It's for belonging. You'll be with others who get it — the danger, the power, the responsibility. You won't have to hide who you are."

As the conversation deepened, one by one, the group nodded. Aiden and Ethan were in. Lydia, cautiously, agreed. Isaac smirked and said, "Why not?" even though his eyes gave away how much he needed a fresh start.

Nova turned to Caroline, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. "If I go... can Stiles come too? He's not supernatural, but he's our pack emissary. He's always been the one to hold us together, make the plans, figure out what's happening before the rest of do and he's pack no matter what."

Caroline nodded. "Of course. Emissaries, while mostly known to be in your species of werewolf packs, are vital and it sounds like he already understands that role better than most."

Stiles beamed happily.

Nova glanced at Lydia. "And Lydia… she's a banshee. She's strong, but she's struggling. Can you help her?"

"We've helped other banshees before," Caroline said gently. "Lydia won't have to figure it all out alone."

Nova looked down, fingers curling slightly.

But Nova didn't speak. Not right away.

She moved to stand by the window, arms folded, gaze distant. "I don't know if I can leave," she said quietly.

Everyone turned.

"I'm the Alpha now. Of Beacon Hills. Like Mom was. I have a responsibility. This is our territory."

Derek stepped beside her, his voice low. "And what good is an Alpha who's falling apart?"

Nova's jaw clenched. Her reflection in the glass showed someone strong — and exhausted.

"You're not abandoning your post," Caroline added gently. "You're choosing yourself. For once."

Nova didn't answer. But her silence wasn't a no.

"You can't lead if you're barely holding yourself together. You need to heal, Nova. Mom wouldn't want you to destroy yourself trying to live up to her legacy."

Nova exhaled slowly, torn.

Derek looked at her—really looked. "I think you need out of this town. Away from Allison. Away from Scott. Somewhere you can be who you're meant to be."

Nova exhaled, jaw tight. "Then I'll go. But I'm not going as Nova McCall."

Derek raised a brow.

She met his gaze with fire in hers. "I'm going as Nova Hale."

He smiled. "Then pack your bags, Hale."

Isaac raised a hand. "Okay, but like… how are we supposed to pay for this fancy supernatural boarding school? Do we get scholarships for trauma or what?"

Caroline grinned. "You'd be surprised how much of our funding comes from grateful alumni and vampire guilt."

The group laughed — a rare, much-needed sound.

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