ARIA VALEN POV
The first thing I noticed about Dr. Rune Blackthorn was the way he smelled, old paper and rain, like a library that had survived a storm, he always did. Even when he sat cross-legged on the floor of his office, knees splayed over a tapestry of maps and rune charts, he filled the room with that stormy quiet. His eyes, black as river stones, tracked me the moment I pushed the door open.
"Aria," he said, he didn't use my alias, he never did.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. The alcove of his office felt smaller than the wide, cool archive. It was a cluster of things, jars of moonwater on the windowsill, a desk carved with a map of the old packs, a stack of letters tied with red thread, Rune moved like he'd been taught to take care of maps and prophecies, gentle, precise, he gestured to the seat opposite him. "Sit."
I hesitated for only a second. I needed answers and if Rune had them, I would take them even if his words felt like knives on my skin.
"You listen first," he said when I sat. "Then you can decide whether to run."
A part of me wanted to say I had no time for riddles. I wanted to tell him I could run, that I had run before and always survived, Instead I folded my hands in my lap and blinked at the map under his hand.
"Why did you call me here?" I asked. "What do you want?"
He smiled without humor. "To stop you from making a mistake."
"Which mistake?"
"The mistake of thinking, running fixes anything."
That answer pissed me off more than I expected, I pushed a loose curl behind my ear. "You speak in circles, say what you mean."
He reached into a drawer, brought out a small wooden box, and set it between us. On top rested a scrap of leather, old and brittle, Rune opened the box and produced a piece of parchment, the ink was faded, the letters slanted into each other like vines.
"Read that," he said.
I frowned and took the paper, the words were simple: a line from an old chant I had heard in flashes, Moonblood must not be buried, the moon remembers its own, a chill slid down my spine.
"You know what the Moonblood line is," Rune said quietly. "You are a part of it, Aria, whether you accept the name or not."
I let the paper fall back into his palm. "I know what they told my pack, monsters, weakness, a curse."
"Half-truths," Rune said. "And half lies, the Moonblood line has power tied to the moon beyond our modern packs. It was feared because it could change things, lead or break kingdoms, that made those in power afraid, so they killed the story to keep the power buried."
I thought of my father, of the way the elders at Moonshade shifted their faces when they looked at me. I thought of the night Kael called me weak and the hottest shame I had ever felt. "So I'm born dangerous," I said. "What then? Crown me queen and be done?"
Rune's mouth twitched. "No crown yet. You were reborn by that old force for a reason, but there are those who believe burying Moonblood will stop change forever, they would rather remove the seed than let it grow, they call it mercy, they call it order, they call it many names to sleep well at night."
I pressed my fingers into the fabric of my sleeve. "And you think they'll come for me here."
He didn't look surprised. "They have been moving, skirmishes outside the northern gates, wolves with wounds that look ritualized, a symbol appears sometimes, three lines crossed by a moon-shard." He sketched it quickly on a scrap. The mark matched the faint scratch I'd seen on the underside of a half-burnt scroll in the archive, I thought it was accidental.
"How do you know it's about me?" I asked.
Rune's eyes locked on mine. "Because that same mark was painted near the Moonshade stone before you were exiled." He tapped the scar on my shoulder as if to prove it. "And because someone tried to wake the old oaths when you disappeared, someone did not want you to live."
There was a knot in my stomach that did not loosen. "So what do you want me to do? Sit and wait for them to come? Hide like before?"
"No." Rune folded his hands. "Run only if you must, but do not run blind, learn the ties of your blood, train with purpose. Learn to bind the moon to your will, there are secrets under Lycanridge, old places the Council has forgotten. They are dangerous, but they will teach you faster than hiding in the wild." He leaned forward. "And one more thing, someone has been asking questions about Ava Riel."
My heart stuttered. "What do you mean?"
"They went to the Registrar this morning," Rune said. "A person with a shadowed hood and a low voice, they asked for names, housing, they asked about 'Miss Riel' in a way that did not sound like curiosity." He tapped his finger on the map as if the table itself pulsed. "You signed as Ava Riel, yes?"
I clenched my jaw. "Yes."
"They asked where she slept," Rune said. "They left before the clerk could answer, but a question like that is never idle, people don't ask the beds of strangers without reason."
My breath hitched, I tried to picture the registrar, ink-streaked, stern, and the person at his window with the hood. I imagined their finger hovering over my name on a sheet. Panic rose hot and bitter. "When did you find this out?"
"Not long ago, I had friends in low places." Rune's voice softened. "And I want you to know now, so you can choose."
I thought of the small room that had been mine for a week: the single window, the thin mattress, the chipped wooden desk, I thought of Elias, of the way he'd called me Ava and smiled, the warmth in his palm when he wrapped his hand around my face in the clearing. I thought of Kael and how his face could still twist the inside of my chest.
"Leave," Rune said quietly. "Go to the border, hide with whoever still remembers you kindly, I'll watch for signs."
"And if I stay?" I asked.
"Then learn to fight for more than survival," he said. "Learn to make them afraid to come for you, because a hunted thing either dies or becomes dangerous enough to stop the hunter."
The words were simple and cruel, they fit the way I felt, small and dangerous. "I don't want to drag anyone else into this," I said. "I won't."
He reached across the table and set the leather box at my fingers again. "You are not a lone wolf now, Aria. You never were, you have people who care, not because they must, but because they choose you. Elias, for one, has already stood in the pit for you. Kael" He paused. "Kael is twisted with regret and guilt, he can help or hurt. The Council will do little, Celene will not stop at paper. If you want to leave, do it now, If you want to stay, prepare for war."
The room tilted just a little, I wanted so badly to choose simple things, the sea, a small house, no banners in my face, yet the line on that parchment, the moon remembers its own, pulled at me like gravity.
"I don't trust war," I said, voice small. "I don't trust crowns."
Rune smiled, pity and pride in equal measure. "Trust yourself," he said. "That is the only ally that won't betray you."
There was a soft knock at the door. Rune didn't look surprised, he gestured, and Elias slipped inside without waiting, he was wrapped in a cloak, face flushed from the night air, his eyes were wide and tired.
"You called me," Elias said, breathless. "Rune, what did you find?"
Rune tapped the sketch of the three lines and the moon-shard. Elias's face lost color, he stepped closer to me, hand finding mine and squeezing hard enough to crack the skin from my knuckles if he wanted.
"We'll leave," he said quietly. "If you want."
I looked at him and felt the moonlight in his palm. I thought about the warmth of his touch, the way he'd wrapped his cloak around me without question, I thought about the registrar and the hooded figure.
"No," I said, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice. "I won't run blind, I'll learn, I'll fight if I must but I won't disappear again."
Rune nodded, like a teacher pleased with a hard-earned answer. "Good, then tomorrow we begin, at dawn, you meet me at the old library stacks bring nothing but yourself."
Elias squeezed my hand once more, then turned his face away, hiding the black that had slipped into his eyes. As he left, Rune closed the little box and set it back in the drawer.
When the door shut behind them, the room felt too big and too quiet. I sat for a long time, the weight of the choice heavy as a stone in my chest, I had feared being hunted before, I had feared shame and exile, but this fear was of a different sort, the fear that if I did nothing, people I cared about would be caught in the wake.
Outside, a wind rose and the sound of the academy at night came through the window, students breathing, words humming, the distant cry of a night bird, I wrapped my cloak tight around me and traced the scar on my shoulder with one thumb until the skin went numb.
Tomorrow I will learn to bind the moon to my will, tomorrow I will begin to make a stand, tonight, I would let Elias keep my hand and the wolf in my chest would let him, the choice felt like the first honest thing I had done in years.
Someone would come for me. Whether they found Ava Riel or Aria Valen, I would be ready to meet them.