Moonblood: A Hale Reborn

😬 Aftermath and Avoidance

Things were even more awkward the morning after.

Hope woke up first, blinking slowly against the rising light. She was still curled around Nova like a shield. Her arm wrapped securely around the other girl's waist, their legs tangled, her face buried in Nova's hair. It should've felt strange. It didn't. It felt right. But that realization didn't unsettle her, she didn't want to admit how much she enjoyed Nova being in her arms.

When Nova stirred, she didn't say anything. She pulled away gently and disappeared into the bathroom without looking back. The silence between them grew heavier, thicker.

By the time Hope emerged from the shower, Nova was gone.

Over the next few days, Nova avoided Hope like it was her mission. In the halls, she took different routes. At meals, she sat elsewhere. In class, she barely acknowledged her. And Hope, confused and frustrated, kept trying to get close again—making excuses to talk, lingering in their room, offering help with assignments.

But Nova kept her distance.

Hope, meanwhile, couldn't ignore what she was feeling—not just the memory of their night together, but something deeper. A pull. A sense that Nova was important in a way that went beyond physical. Something magical. Something fated.

She began researching magical bonds—focusing especially on hybrid or unknown magical connections. What could form such a strong tie after one night? Why did Nova feel like gravity?

And she noticed other things too. Subtle things.

🧬 Suspicion and Shifts

Nova was different now. Not just emotionally, but physically too. Hope could smell it in her scent—something primal and slightly altered. She could hear the spike in Nova's heart rate at certain times. She could see the sudden changes in her mood, the flickers of pain she tried to hide.

Nova had always been guarded, but this was something else. Her hunger came in unpredictable bursts. Her irritability hit with no warning. And Hope's wolf… was changing, becoming more aware and protective of Nova. 

She growled more easily now. Flinched at certain smells. Protected her stomach with subconscious movements.

Hope was almost certain Nova was hiding something—something big and whatever it was concerned her.

🧑‍🎓 New Classes, New Conflicts

There were two kinds of werewolves at the Salvatore School, and their differences were stark.

Nova's kind—those like the Hales—were shapeshifters. They could transform at will, channeling their wolf form to various degrees. In rare cases, glowing eyes denoted their power or rank, with pointed ears, mutton chops, claws and fangs, and a ridged brow and full shifts into monstrous wolf-men or in rare cases even actual wolves were possible. Their strength, speed, and senses were formidable. Their curse? A birthright, passed through blood and sometimes bite.

Then there were the cursed wolves like most of the werewolves at the Salvatore Boarding School. Their shifts weren't voluntary—they were forced to transform under the full moon, every month without fail. During the transformation, the body of the person is twisted in an unnatural manner as bones reshape and shift to form a wolf's skeleton, causing the person immense physical and psychological pain. Later, the werewolf grows excessive body hair and becomes feral. Their irises turn golden-yellow, their sclera turns black, and their teeth elongate into canines before they finally transform into their wolf shape. Their werewolf gene only activated after they took a life, and their power levels paled next to shapeshifters unless transformed. Still, they were dangerous, driven by rage, pain, and often loss.

Nova finally started her official Salvatore School courses. And despite everything going on, she crushed it.

In Advanced Combat, she was fast, fluid, powerful.

In Strategy and Leadership, she earned cautious respect.

But emotionally? She was detached. Walls up. Always on guard.

And then came Jedidiah "Jed" Tien, alpha of the cursed werewolves.

He was bigger, bulkier, and louder. The kind of guy who needed dominance confirmed every time he walked into a room. And Nova? She wasn't having it.

In class, Jed took one look at her Hale triskelion necklace and scoffed.

"You're one of those shapeshifter mutts," he said. "Not even a real werewolf. You don't turn unless you want to."

Nova raised a brow. "And you turn once a month against your will. Sounds like you're the one who got the raw deal. Plus I didn't have to kill anybody to become what I am, unlike you."

Jed sneered. "You're in our territory now. Cursed wolves run this school."

Hope stood abruptly, stepping in between them. "Back off, Jed."

Jed smirked at her. "Protecting your pet?"

Nova scoffed. "I am no ones pet, I earned my title of alpha."

Nova's eyes glowed red, her jaw twitching. But she didn't react.

Not yet.

The next day during a sparring match, Jed tried to assert dominance again. He lunged. Nova dodged.

Then Jed grabbed her wrist—hard.

And that's when Nova snapped.

With a roar that echoed like thunder, she threw him off her, body shifting in seconds. Glowing red eyes. Pointed ears. Mutton chops. Claws. Fangs. A ridged brow. Her full Alpha form towered over him, radiating fury and dominance.

"Try it again," she snarled, voice deep and resonant.

Jed hit the ground and didn't get up. Students around them froze, jaws slack. Even the instructor stood stunned. The wolves from Nova's pack watched proudly but were worried about their alpha, knowing her current state.

Hope watched with something dangerously close to awe—and something even closer to pride.

Nova turned, breath ragged, and stormed out of the arena.

🗣️ Tell Her or Don't

Later that night, Lydia and Stiles cornered Nova in the library.

"You have to tell her," Lydia said, arms crossed.

"No," Nova snapped. "I don't."

"Nova—"

"She doesn't need to know! It's not her problem."

Stiles watched them nervously, eyes darting. "I'm staying out of this one."

Lydia glared. "She has a right to know. She's the other parent!"

"And I have a right to protect myself!" Nova hissed.

Elsewhere, Malia, Ethan, and Aiden sat by the fountain.

"She's not ready," Malia said simply.

"She might never be," Ethan added.

"But it's her choice," Aiden said. "Not ours. Not Lydia's."

Hope sat alone in her room that night, rereading her notes on magical bonds, her eyes burning. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong.

And then, she found it.

A single line in one of the oldest tomes in the Salvatore library: A bond blessed by Nature herself. Soulmates are not chosen by chance but forged by fate, a rare connection that defies logic and lineage.

The page was old, the information vague—more legend than record—but it unsettled Hope deeply. There were warnings scrawled in the margins in a language even she struggled to translate.

It was a soulbond. A soulmate bond. Rare. Sacred. Dangerous if ignored.

And something the entire supernatural community had agreed upon generations ago: you do not interfere with a soulbond.

Hope stared at the passage, heart racing.

She needed answers.

She needed her family.

Hope grabbed her phone and dialed.

First: Freya.

Then: Rebekah.

And finally… her father.

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