Two Bloodlines

"You said Moon Blessed blood," I said, focusing on the details to keep the rage at bay. "Not pure Moon Blessed. What does that mean?"

"Sharp."

Zane's approval was evident.

"It means you're not purely of that bloodline."

"If you were, the awakening would have been more... catastrophic."

He gestured toward the window.

"You would have killed those wolves without conscious thought, reduced them to ash with pure moonlight."

"The fact that you held back, that you had control even in that first surge, it suggests dilution."

He paused.

"One parent with Moon Blessed blood, perhaps, one without."

"My real parents." I turned to face him. "The Veythornes aren't my birth family, are they?"

"I would be very surprised if they were."

Zane shook his head.

"Cassian Veythorne's bloodline is well-documented, strong Alpha heritage, nothing extraordinary."

"No, child. Whoever gave birth to you possessed something far rarer."

His expression grew distant.

"I spent decades hunting for survivors of the old bloodlines. I never found any. Until tonight, I thought I was chasing myths and ghosts."

"You recognized what I was immediately."

"Because I've seen Moon Blessed power before."

His voice dropped, weighted with memory.

"A very long time ago."

"I served in the court of the last known Moon Blessed Alpha."

He settled back in his chair.

"I watched her command an army with nothing but her will. I saw her heal wounds that should have been fatal."

"I witnessed her manipulate moonlight like it was clay in her hands."

He met my eyes.

"I watched her die when her enemies finally found a way to kill her. Betrayed by one of her own pack who feared her power too much to let her live."

The cabin fell silent except for the pop and hiss of the fire.

Outside, an owl hooted, distant, mournful.

"Is that why you're out here?" I asked softly. "Hiding? Because you served the Moon Blessed?"

"Partly."

Zane's smile was sad.

"After she died, her enemies hunted down everyone associated with her court."

"Most were killed. A few of us escaped."

He gestured around the cabin.

"I've been here for... oh, two hundred years or so."

"Long enough that most wolves have forgotten I exist. Long enough that the Forbidden Woods' reputation keeps the curious away."

Two hundred years.

The number was staggering. Most wolves lived to maybe a hundred and fifty if they were lucky, avoided violence.

Zane must have been ancient beyond measure, powerful enough to survive when others hadn't.

"The seal on your power," he continued, steering back to practical matters, "is breaking. That much is clear."

He leaned forward.

"It's not breaking cleanly."

"What you experienced tonight was a crack, a fracture. Your true power is leaking through in bursts."

His expression grew grave.

"It's dangerous, Aurelia. Dangerous to you and to anyone near you when it surges."

"Can it be fixed? Can the seal be... I don't know, removed properly?"

"Yes. It won't be easy, it won't be quick."

Zane's gaze intensified.

"The seal was created using ancient magic, magic that no one alive still practices."

He paused.

"Breaking it requires time, training, considerable pain."

"You'll need to learn to control the power as it emerges, piece by piece."

His voice dropped.

"If you don't, the next surge might kill you. Or worse, it might kill someone you don't intend to harm."

The weight of his words settled over me like a physical thing.

I thought of those wolves in the forest, how easily I'd thrown them, how close I'd come to snapping the alpha's neck.

If that had happened in the middle of Veythorne territory, surrounded by pack members...

"How long?" I asked. "How long will it take?"

"Months. Maybe a year."

He paused.

"Maybe longer, if your bloodline is more complicated than I suspect."

"Complicated how?"

Zane's expression shifted, something flickered across his face that I couldn't quite read.

Concern? Curiosity? Fear?

"The Moon Blessed weren't the only powerful bloodline that was sealed away by the Goddess," he said slowly.

"There were... others."

He looked away.

"Darker lineages. Wolves who drew power not from the moon, but from shadow and blood and death itself."

"They called them the Night Cursed, though that's not a name spoken aloud anymore."

A chill ran down my spine.

"You think I might have that blood too?"

"I don't know. When you fought tonight, did you feel anything besides the silver light? Any other power stirring?"

I thought back to those moments in the forest.

The silver had been overwhelming, all-consuming.

Underneath it, hadn't there been something else?

Something that felt less like moonlight and more like the darkness between stars?

Something that had whispered not of protection but of dominance?

"Maybe," I admitted. "I'm not sure."

Zane nodded slowly.

"We proceed carefully. Very carefully."

"Because if you carry both bloodlines, Moon Blessed, Night Cursed, you're not just rare, Aurelia."

He held my gaze.

"You're unique. Possibly the only one of your kind in existence."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Yes," he said simply.

I wanted to laugh at the non-answer, the sound died in my throat.

This was too big, too overwhelming.

Hours ago, I'd been the pack disappointment. The defective heir who couldn't even manage the most basic function of our kind.

Now, I was apparently descended from extinct godlike wolves, possibly cursed shadows, with power sealed inside me that could kill with a thought.

"I need time to think," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears.

"Of course."

Zane stood, moving toward a door in the back of the cabin.

"There's a spare room, small, clean. You can stay as long as you need."

He paused at the door.

"Tomorrow, if you choose, we can begin your training."

"The choice must be yours, Aurelia. I won't force this path on you."

"What happens if I say no? If I just... leave, try to live a normal life?"

He looked back at me, for the first time I saw true pity in his ancient eyes.

"The seal is breaking regardless of what you choose. The power will emerge."

He shook his head.

"Without training, without control..."

"You'd be dead within a month."

His voice was quiet, final.

"Either killed by your own power consuming you from within, or killed by someone who sensed what you were, decided you were too dangerous to live."

"So it's not really a choice."

"No," he admitted. "I suppose it's not."