Chapter 16 – Blood Moon Rising

The arena was packed.

Every student in Silvermoon Academy had gathered in the stone bleachers, their voices rising in a chaos of excitement and anticipation. The morning sun painted the dirt floor gold, and the weapons on the walls gleamed like promises.

I sat in the front row.

Right at the edge.

Where I could see everything.

Where everyone could see me.

The prize, they whispered. The human. The key to unlimited power.

I kept my eyes on the arena floor.

On the four alphas standing at the center.

Nikolai was in black—black shirt, black pants, black boots. His white-blonde hair was pulled back from his face, and his ice-blue eyes were fixed on something in the distance. He hadn't looked at me since he'd walked in.

Lukas was in silver. His green eyes swept the crowd, landing on me with a smile that made my skin crawl.

Kai was in brown—leather armor over a simple shirt, his dark skin glowing in the morning light. He looked calm. Centered. Ready.

And Thorne—

Thorne looked like he didn't want to be there.

His gray eyes were flat, his jaw tight, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was wearing his usual leather jacket over his uniform, like he'd shown up to a fight and forgotten to dress for it.

"First trial," Instructor Morwen announced. "One on one. No weapons. No shifting. Last wolf standing advances."

She looked at the four alphas.

"Thorne Blackwood. Kai Wilder. You're up."

---

The crowd roared.

Thorne and Kai walked to the center of the arena. They faced each other—Thorne with his bored expression, Kai with his calm smile.

"You don't have to do this," Kai said quietly.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?"

"Because if I don't, Lukas wins." Thorne's voice was flat. "And I'd rather lose to you than watch him take her."

Kai's smile faltered.

"Then don't hold back," he said.

"I never do."

Morwen raised her hand.

"Begin."

---

They moved fast.

Faster than I could follow. Thorne lunged, his fist aimed at Kai's face. Kai ducked, spun, swept Thorne's legs out from under him. Thorne hit the ground, rolled, came up swinging.

Kai caught his fist.

Held it.

"Yield," Kai said.

"No."

Thorne kicked Kai's knee. Kai stumbled. Thorne was on him in an instant, pinning him to the ground, his forearm across Kai's throat.

"Yield," Thorne said.

Kai's eyes flicked to me.

Just for a moment.

Just long enough for me to see something in them—something soft, something sad, something that looked like goodbye.

Then he moved.

His hips twisted. His legs scissored around Thorne's waist. And suddenly Thorne was the one on the ground, Kai on top of him, Kai's hand around his throat.

"Yield," Kai said again.

Thorne stared up at him.

His gray eyes were wild. His chest was heaving. His whole body was trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Fine," he said. "I yield."

The crowd erupted.

Kai stood up. Offered Thorne his hand. Thorne took it, pulled himself to his feet, and walked out of the arena without looking back.

Kai turned to face the crowd.

His eyes found me.

And he smiled.

---

The rest of the matches blurred together.

Nikolai fought a beta from the east wing—won in thirty seconds. Lukas fought a girl with red hair and a vicious left hook—won in a minute, but only after she'd drawn blood.

The final match would be tomorrow.

Nikolai versus Lukas.

But tonight—

Tonight, the academy was celebrating.

I slipped away from the crowd, back to Moonshadow Hall, back to my room. The letter from my mother was still in my desk drawer, still unopened. I sat on my bed, staring at it, trying to find the courage to read it.

Tomorrow, I told myself. I'll read it tomorrow.

A knock on my door made me jump.

"Who is it?"

"Kai."

---

I opened the door.

He was standing in the hallway, still in his brown leather armor, his dark skin glistening with sweat. His braids were coming loose, and there was a cut on his cheek that he hadn't bothered to heal.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"Can I come in?"

I should have said no.

Instead, I stepped aside.

He walked into my room, looking around at the small space—the unmade bed, the cluttered desk, the photograph of my mother on the windowsill.

"You fought well today," I said.

"I fought okay."

"You won."

"Thorne let me win." He turned to face me. "You know that, right?"

"I know."

"He didn't want to fight. Not really. He just wanted to make sure Lukas didn't get an easy path to the final."

"That sounds like Thorne."

"Yeah." Kai smiled—a tired, sad smile. "He's not as cold as he pretends to be."

---

We stood there, not speaking.

The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable.

"Why did you come here, Kai?"

He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he walked to the window. Picked up the photograph of my mother. Looked at her face.

"She was beautiful," he said.

"Yes."

"You look like her."

"So I've been told."

He set the photograph down. Turned to face me. His brown eyes—those warm, gold-flecked eyes—were darker than usual. Intense.

"I'm not going to fight for you tomorrow," he said.

"I know."

"I'm not going to watch Nikolai and Lukas tear each other apart over you."

"Kai—"

"I'm not going to pretend I'm okay with any of this."

He walked toward me.

Stopped inches away.

Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Close enough that I could smell him—earth and rain and something sweet, like honey.

"Kai, what are you doing?"

"Something I should have done a long time ago."

He reached out.

Touched my face.

His fingers were warm. Gentle. They traced my cheekbone, my jaw, the curve of my lower lip.

"Ela," he said. "I've been falling in love with you since the moment I saw you."

My heart stopped.

"Kai—"

"I know about the bond. I know about you and Nikolai. I know I don't have a chance." His voice was steady, but his hands were shaking. "But I need you to know. I need you to understand."

"Understand what?"

"That I see you." His eyes searched mine. "Not the power. Not the bloodline. Not the prophecy. You. The girl who reads too much and cares too much and feels too much."

"Kai..."

"The girl who bites her lip when she's nervous and glows gold when she's angry and cries when she thinks no one is watching."

Tears pricked at my eyes.

"Please stop," I whispered.

"I can't." His thumb brushed away a tear I hadn't realized I'd shed. "I've been silent for too long. I've been patient for too long. I've been watching you fall for someone else while I stood on the sidelines and pretended I was fine."

"You never said anything."

"Because I didn't want to make things harder for you." His voice cracked. "Because I thought if I was just... good... if I was just kind and patient and there for you... that eventually you might look at me the way you look at him."

"Kai..."

"But you don't." He stepped back. Dropped his hand. "And you won't. I know that now."

---

I should have let him go.

Should have let him walk out the door and find someone else, someone who could love him the way he deserved.

But I didn't.

Because when he looked at me—with those warm brown eyes, with that sad, tired smile—I saw something I hadn't seen before.

Not just kindness.

Not just patience.

Love.

Real, honest, heartbreaking love.

"Kai," I said.

He stopped at the door. Didn't turn around.

"I don't want you to go."

"Why?"

"Because—" I swallowed. "Because I don't want to be alone tonight."

He turned.

His eyes were wet.

"Ela, if I stay—"

"Then stay."

"Things will happen. Things we can't take back."

"I know."

"Things that will hurt Nikolai."

I flinched.

But I didn't look away.

"Nikolai and I aren't together," I said. "We've never been together. Not really."

"Because of the bond?"

"Because of everything." I wrapped my arms around myself. "Because I'm scared. Because I don't know who I am or what I want or if any of this is real."

"And you think I'm real?"

"I think you're the only real thing in this place."

---

He walked back toward me.

Slowly.

Like he was giving me time to change my mind.

I didn't.

He stopped in front of me. Reached out. Tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Ela," he said. "I'm not going to pretend this is casual. I'm not going to pretend I don't want more. If I kiss you—"

"Then kiss me."

"If I kiss you, I'm not going to be able to go back to just being your friend."

"I know."

"If I kiss you, I'm going to want to keep you."

My breath caught.

"Kai—"

"I'm not Nikolai." His voice was barely a whisper. "I can't promise to burn the world down for you. I can't promise to fight off armies or kill wolves with my bare hands."

"What can you promise?"

He cupped my face in his hands.

His palms were warm. Calloused. Gentle.

"I can promise to see you," he said. "Every part of you. The good and the bad and the messy and the broken. I can promise to stay. Even when it's hard. Even when you push me away. Even when you choose someone else."

"Kai..."

"I can promise to love you. Not because of fate. Not because of blood. Because of you."

---

He kissed me.

Softly. Gently. Like I was something precious, something fragile, something worth being careful with.

His lips moved against mine, slow and sweet, and his hands slid from my face into my hair, cradling the back of my head.

I melted.

I couldn't help it.

He was so warm. So steady. So different from Nikolai's fire and ice, from Lukas's hunger, from everything I'd been drowning in since I arrived.

Kai was safe.

Kai was kind.

Kai was here.

I kissed him back.

My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, and he made a sound—a soft, surprised sound—that made my heart ache.

"Ela," he murmured against my lips.

"Don't stop."

"I won't."

He kissed me again. Deeper this time. His tongue traced my lower lip, and I opened for him, let him in, let myself fall.

His hands slid down my back, pulling me against him. I could feel his heartbeat—fast, unsteady, real—echoing through his chest.

This wasn't the bond.

This wasn't fate.

This was choice.

And for the first time since I'd arrived at Silvermoon Academy, I felt like I had one.

---

The door shattered.

Wood exploded inward, splinters flying across the room, and Kai pulled me behind him, his body shielding mine.

Nikolai stood in the doorway.

His chest was heaving. His eyes were gold—bright, burning gold. His hands were clenched at his sides, and his whole body was vibrating with barely contained fury.

"Kai," he said.

His voice was calm.

That was what made it terrifying.

"Nikolai." Kai's voice was steady. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Then what is it?"

Kai didn't answer.

Nikolai's eyes shifted to me.

To my kiss-swollen lips. To my messy hair. To the way my hands were still fisted in Kai's shirt.

"Ela." His voice cracked. "What are you doing?"

I opened my mouth.

No words came out.

"What are you doing?" he repeated. Louder this time. Angrier.

"I'm—"

"Don't." He held up his hand. "Don't explain. Don't lie. Just tell me—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Tell me if you want this."

"Want what?"

"Him." Nikolai pointed at Kai. "Tell me if you want him. Tell me if you've chosen him. Tell me if I should walk away and never come back."

---

The room was silent.

Kai's hand was on my arm, warm and steady.

Nikolai's eyes were on my face, desperate and broken.

And I—

I didn't know what to say.

Didn't know what I wanted.

Didn't know who I was anymore.

"Nikolai," I whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for—" I looked at Kai. At his kind eyes, his gentle smile, his broken heart. "Sorry for everything."

I stepped back.

Away from Kai.

Away from Nikolai.

Away from both of them.

"Ela—" Kai reached for me.

I flinched.

He dropped his hand.

"I need to be alone," I said. "Both of you. I need you to leave."

"Ela—"

"Please."

Kai looked at Nikolai. Nikolai looked at Kai.

Something passed between them—something I couldn't read, something I didn't want to understand.

Then Kai walked to the door.

Stopped.

Looked back at me.

"I meant what I said," he said quietly. "I see you. All of you. And I'm not going anywhere."

He left.

Nikolai stayed.

---

"Nikolai," I said. "Please."

"Why him?"

"What?"

"Why him?" His voice was raw. "Why Kai? Why not Lukas? Why not Thorne? Why not—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Why not me?"

"I don't have an answer for you."

"Then find one."

"I can't."

"Try."

I looked at him.

At his golden eyes. At his clenched jaw. At the tears he was trying so hard not to shed.

"You scare me," I said.

"I know."

"Not because you're dangerous. Because you're—" I stopped. Swallowed. "Because you're everything I never knew I wanted. And that terrifies me more than anything."

Nikolai stepped toward me.

"Ela—"

"If I choose you, I'm choosing the bond. I'm choosing fate. I'm choosing something I don't understand."

"Then don't choose the bond." He reached out. Touched my face. "Choose me."

"It's the same thing."

"No." His thumb traced my cheekbone. "It's not. The bond is magic. It's blood. It's something that happened to us."

"And you?"

"I'm something I choose." His voice broke. "Every day. Every moment. Every time I look at you and my heart stops."

"Nikolai..."

"I'm not asking you to love me back." Tears slipped down his cheeks. "I'm not asking you to choose me over Kai or anyone else. I'm just asking you to—"

He stopped.

Swallowed.

"To what?"

"To not give up on me," he whispered. "Not yet. Not when we're just getting started."