Blood moon academy

THE GHOST

DRAVEN'S POV

The courtyard smells like rain and old stone, the way it always does this time of year. I'm supposed to be helping Headmistress Thorne with new student logistics, which is basically code for standing around looking intimidating while lesser alphas pretend they're not terrified of me. It's not my favorite way to spend an afternoon.

"You could try smiling," Marcus says, leaning against the stone wall next to me. "Just once. Show the new kids that alphas have feelings too."

"Alphas have one feeling. Dominance."

Marcus laughs like I'm joking. I'm not joking. I've spent the last seven years making sure everyone at Blood Moon Academy understands exactly what I am and exactly what happens if they challenge me. Smiling would undermine all of that work.

The gates swing open and the first batch of arrivals start filtering through. New students are always the same type. Nervous humans with one supernatural parent, looking for answers. Vampires who move like they're calculating the distance to every exit. Younger shifters who still think being at an elite academy means they're special.

I'm not paying attention to any of them. I'm thinking about the strategy session I have with the combat instructors at five, and whether I have time to grab food before that, and absolutely nothing else.

Then the air changes.

It's not dramatic or obvious. It's just this subtle shift in pressure, like when a storm is about to hit but the wind hasn't started yet. My wolf wakes up underneath my skin, suddenly alert, suddenly interested in what's happening in my courtyard.

I look toward the gates without meaning to.

She's walking up the main path, and the first thing I notice is that the plants are responding to her. Not in a normal way. In a weird way. The grass beneath her feet is changing color slightly, and the flowers near the path are turning toward her like she's the sun.

The second thing I notice is her face.

I've seen this face before. Not in real life for seven years, but in dreams. In nightmares. In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect.

Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face.

My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy.

Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed.

"Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

I can't respond. I can't move. I can't do anything except stand here and watch this girl, this ghost wearing my mother's face, walk closer to the main building like she belongs here. Like she doesn't know that she's just walked into the territory of the one person who would recognize her bloodline anywhere.

The girl stops walking. She looks directly at where I'm standing, and I know that's impossible. I know I'm at least two hundred feet away, hidden in the shadow of the courtyard, and she shouldn't be able to see me from this distance.

But she looks directly at me anyway.

Our eyes meet, and something inside my chest cracks open.

She goes pale. Her hand moves to her chest like her heart is suddenly trying to escape her body. For just a second, I see fear flash across her face, raw and terrified and completely genuine.

Then she's gone, disappearing into the main building with a guide who's apparently supposed to be showing her around.

"What the hell was that?" Marcus is staring at me. "I've never seen you react to anyone like that. And everyone just felt that power surge. She felt it too. That's not normal, Draven. That's not pack politics or hierarchy or anything that should be happening in the middle of the day."

I'm already moving. I can't think about what just happened. I can't analyze it or process it. I can only think about the fact that my mother's face just walked into my school, and I need to know why.

"Find out who she is," I tell Marcus. "Everything. Her name, where she came from, who brought her here, what her bloodline is. I need information within the hour."

"Is she dangerous?"

Dangerous doesn't begin to cover what she is. Dangerous is just the surface level. Dangerous is what you call someone who's a threat. But this girl, this ghost in human skin, is something else entirely. She's the physical embodiment of every nightmare I've had for seven years. She's proof that the magic that destroyed my family didn't die with my mother. It just went dormant.

"Yes," I say. "She's dangerous. And if she's here, then someone brought her for a reason. Someone wants her at this academy, and I need to know why before she destroys anyone else."

I leave Marcus standing in the courtyard and head toward Headmistress Thorne's office. My wolf is still pacing underneath my skin, and she's not pacing because she's angry. She's pacing because she's interested. She's pacing because she recognized something in that girl that my human mind is refusing to acknowledge.

The headmistress is reviewing papers when I knock on her door. She looks up at me with that same calm expression she always has, like nothing in the world could possibly surprise her.

"Draven. I wasn't expecting you until dinner."

"I need information about the new arrival. The girl who just came through the gates with silver hair. I need to know everything."

Headmistress Thorne sets down her pen slowly. "I see."

"I don't think you do. I need her name, her bloodline, her family history, why the academy decided to enroll her, and whether anyone at this institution has checked to make sure she's not going to kill someone."

"That's quite a list of demands."

"It's not a demand. It's a necessity. Because if that girl is who I think she is, then the academy just made a very serious mistake."

The headmistress leans back in her chair and studies me. It's the kind of look that means she knows something I don't know, and she's deciding whether to tell me.

"Her name is Arwen Blackthorne," she finally says. "She arrived this afternoon from a territory up north. Her maternal bloodline is classified, and her arrival was handled through emergency protocols that I'm not at liberty to discuss with students."

Blackthorne. The name hits me like a physical blow.

"The Blackthorne bloodline is extinct," I say. "It was purged two centuries ago. Everyone knows that."

"Everyone believed that," Headmistress Thorne corrects. "Belief and reality are not always the same thing."

I leave her office without another word, and I'm moving through the hallways before I've actually decided where I'm going. My wolf is howling underneath my skin, demanding things I can't give her, recognizing things I don't want to understand.

Blackthorne. An extinct bloodline. A girl who looks exactly like my mother.

And she's just been enrolled at the same academy where I've spent seven years becoming untouchable.

I find her on the third floor of the dormitory building. My senses lead me right to her door, and I don't bother knocking. I just open it and walk inside with Marcus following behind me like he's finally figured out that this situation is serious.

She's unpacking a single worn suitcase, and she looks up at me with those violet eyes, and I can see the moment she realizes exactly what I am.

"Oh," she says. "I... hello?"

I close the door behind me and let all the power I've been containing for the last hour fill the room. Every werewolf on this floor immediately submits, their necks exposed, their dominance surrendered.

But she doesn't submit. Instead, her own power rises to meet mine, silver light flickering around her hands.

"You have no idea what kind of fire you've walked into," I tell her, and I can hear my wolf in my voice now, dark and dangerous and absolutely unforgiving. "But you're about to find out."

She's terrified. I can smell her fear, can see the way her hands are shaking. But there's something else underneath the fear. Something that recognizes me the same way I recognized her.

And that's what scares me the most.

Because if her wolf is recognizing me the way mine is recognizing her, then this girl isn't just a ghost wearing my mother's face. She's something far more dangerous.

She's my mate.