The wind tore through the hills, sending Rayne’s cloak whipping behind her like tattered wings. Dust clung to her boots, her skin, her lashes—but she kept walking. One foot in front of the other, hour after hour, down the cracked stone roads that stretched far from the mountain that once held her entire world.No destination. No allies. No map.Only shame and exile.The forest loomed ahead—tall, cold, unfamiliar.She’d crossed two borders already in the past week. Nights spent in barns or abandoned mills. Days walking, hiding, keeping her hood pulled low.Her mind spun constantly with what-ifs.What if she had done as her father had told her?What if she’d chosen to be the Luna she was meant to be?Now everything she sacrificed had been for nothing.Rayne wrapped her arms tighter around herself, forcing the thoughts away. She had to stay sharp. Alert. Alive.Because she was being followed.It started two nights ago.Twigs snapping just a little too rhythmically. Shadows lingering just
The morning came too soon at Blackmoon Alpha Academy, and the air was unusually still, like the academy itself was holding its breath.Jace heaved a deep sigh as he stepped out of his dorm. Timing was ticking, and Xavier was watching.He had to do it.It's now or never.The council was already seated when Jace arrived.Head Councilor Varric sat at the center, eyes sharp, hands clasped before him. To his left, Head instructor Calloway tapped his quill against his notes, and to the right, Master-at-Arms Thorne leaned back with arms crossed, always skeptical.Jace walked into the room with deliberate steps, his boots echoing loud against the polished floor. His face was calm, unreadable—but his stomach twisted with nerves.This was it.He had thought about doing what Xavier asked—about finishing what he’d started when he betrayed Rayne. It would have been easy to say Lucian knew. To push the final piece across the board and crown Xavier king.But he couldn’t do it.He couldn’t hurt Rayne
The room was still.“Are you saying,” another councilor asked, arching a brow, “that despite sharing quarters with her for nearly the entire semester, you never once suspected she wasn’t who she claimed to be?”Lucian nodded once, keeping his voice steady. “She was private. Quiet. Focused on her studies. We barely spoke at first. And when we did, it was usually about training or trials. She kept her distance.”Another councilor leaned forward, skeptical. “But recently, you two were observed spending more time together. Sharing meals. Conversing during drills. You were even paired for multiple Trials. You expect us to believe there was no… intimacy?”Lucian’s jaw clenched—but he forced himself to play the role.“Whatever closeness you think you observed,” he said coldly, “was tactical. Strategic. We worked well together. That’s all.”“
The wind howled through the mountain pass, sharp and bitter as knives. It whipped Rayne’s cloak around her ankles and turned her hair into tangled lashes against her cheek, but she didn’t flinch.She couldn’t feel much of anything anymore.Not the cold.Not the ache in her limbs from days of sleeplessness.Not even the sting of rejection that had carved itself so deep into her chest it might as well have been bone.She just kept walking.One foot after the other.No direction. No destination.Just… away.From Blackmoon.From Lucian.From her father.From the life that was no longer hers.Her boots crunched against gravel as she descended the eastern slope, the last part of the academy grounds that bled into the outside world. No guards chased her down. No one called her name. No one fought for her.She had been banished, yes. But worse than that—she had been erased.Wiped from the academy’s roster like she had never existed. The quarters she once shared with Lucian were already being
The council chamber was cloaked in shadows, the high torches flickering above casting long, trembling lines across the marble floor. Rayne stood in the center of it all, spine straight but heart buckling beneath the weight of silence.She had been asked the same question a dozen different ways.And each time, she gave the same answer.Yes, she had lied.Yes, she had forged her identity.Yes, she knew it was against the rules.But no—she did not regret coming to Blackmoon.Because it had been the only way.And now, she was about to lose it all.Councilor Varric’s voice cut through the stillness. “You understand, of course, that deception of this magnitude is not something the council can overlook. The Academy is built on discipline and transparency. You entered this sacred institution under false pretenses.”Rayne swallowed. Her throat was dry, her eyes aching from holding back tears.“I understand.”“Then it is only fitting,” Head instructor Calloway added with cool detachment, “that
She went to his bed and woke him up“Rayne,” he said gently. “What's the problem?”She said nothing.Lucian sat up on his bed beside her, his fingers brushing against her clenched hands. “Rayne… talk to me. What’s going on?”She hesitated again.This wasn’t just her secret anymore—it was dangerous knowledge. Sharing it could put him in trouble too. If the Council found out he knew all along…But she couldn’t carry the weight alone. Not anymore.Rayne inhaled shakily and nodded.“I have to tell you something. It’s bad. And it’s about Xavier.”Lucian’s eyes hardened immediately. “What did he do?”Rayne looked at him, wide-eyed, and began.“He cornered me yesterday. He—he called me by my real name. Rayne. Not Rei. He knows I’m not a boy.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. Fury crept into every muscle of his body. “What?”“Jace told him, out of jealousy,” she continued quickly, “And he said if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll report me to the council.”Lucian stood abruptly, pacing like a pred