Chapter 3: The Moon's Cruelest Joke
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The scream died in Maya's throat.
The classroom tilted. Desks warped. Faces blurred into smears of pale flesh and dark uniforms. Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the edge of a desk, knuckles white against the wood grain.
*Something was wrong.*
Her wolf thrashed inside her chest. Not with fear. With *recognition.*
The silver chain around Professor Ashwood's neck glowed. Not warm and soft like candlelight. Cold. Clinical. Like a scalpel under operating room lights.
"You feel it, don't you?" His voice dropped to a whisper that somehow filled every corner of the room. "The tether. The pull."
Maya's lungs burned. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but stare at that chain as it pulsed with sickly light.
"That's impossible," she gasped. "Only—only the Moon Goddess—"
"Binds mates together. Yes." Ashwood stepped closer. The chain swung. Maya's chest heaved. "Tell me, Miss Chen. What do you think happens when a half-breed's inner wolf recognizes its fated mate?"
The room erupted.
Gasps. Whispers. Someone laughed—a sharp, brittle sound that cut through the chaos.
"Fated mate?" Lila's voice rang out from the front row. "Professor, that chain only reacts to *true mates.* Purebloods. Not—not *mutts.*"
"And yet." Ashwood stopped three feet from Maya. Close enough that she could see the gray threading through his dark hair. The faint scar cutting through his left eyebrow. The cold satisfaction in his eyes. "The silver burns for her."
Maya's vision swam.
This was wrong. This was *all* wrong. Fated mates were a myth. A bedtime story. Old wolves told tales of the Moon Goddess choosing perfect matches, of chains that glowed when soulmates stood in the same room. But nobody actually believed—
"I don't have a mate," she forced out. "I'm half-human. The bond doesn't—"
"The bond doesn't care about your bloodline." Ashwood's smile didn't reach his eyes. "The Moon Goddess chooses whom she chooses. And apparently, she's chosen... *you.*"
The whispers grew louder.
"It's a trick."
"Professor must have enchanted the chain."
"Can you imagine? A half-breed with a fated mate?"
"They said her mother was Luna's bloodline. What if—"
"Don't be stupid. That's impossible."
Maya's hands shook. She pressed them flat against her thighs, willing them still. Willing her wolf to calm. Willing her heart to stop trying to claw its way out of her ribcage.
"Who is it?" she asked. Her voice cracked. She didn't care. "Who's my mate?"
Ashwood tilted his head. "That's not how the chain works. It only indicates *presence.* Not identity." He paused. "But rest assured, whoever he is, he's in this room."
The world narrowed.
Maya's gaze swept across the classroom. Thirty faces stared back. Some curious. Some disgusted. A few—a very few—looked almost sympathetic.
Alex Blackwood sat in the back corner, jaw tight, hands gripping his desk like he wanted to break it. His eyes met hers for a fraction of a second. Something flickered there. Something she couldn't read.
Then he looked away.
*No. Not Alex. Anyone but Alex.*
"That's enough for today." Ashwood's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Miss Chen, I expect you in my office after sixth period. We have much to discuss."
He turned and walked back to his desk, chain swinging against his chest.
Maya didn't move.
She couldn't.
The bell rang. Students exploded from their seats, conversations already buzzing with gossip and speculation and cruelty. Nobody looked at her. Nobody wanted to be caught staring at the freak who supposedly had a fated mate.
Lila pushed past her shoulder, hard enough to send her stumbling. "Congratulations," she hissed. "You just became the most interesting thing at this school. Try not to disappoint."
Maya didn't respond.
She couldn't.
Her wolf was still thrashing. Still *screaming.* And for the first time in eighteen years, Maya didn't know if she was the one in control.
---
The hallway stretched endless.
Maya walked. One foot in front of the other. Shove through crowds. Ignore the whispers. Pretend she couldn't feel every pair of eyes burning into her back.
She made it to her second class—Defensive Magic, Professor Rourke—and sat in the back. Stared at the board. Didn't see a single word.
*Fated mate.*
The phrase echoed in her skull.
She'd grown up hearing stories. Her mother used to tell them, her eyes soft and faraway, voice dropping to a whisper like she was sharing sacred knowledge. *The Moon Goddess chooses your other half, Maya. The one who completes you. The one you'd die for.*
Her mother had believed.
Maya never had.
Because if fated mates were real, why had her mother ended up with a human? Why had the Moon Goddess abandoned her to a life of hiding, of running, of pretending she didn't have claws and fangs and a wolf desperate to be free?
*The bond doesn't care about your bloodline.*
But it should. It *should.*
She was half-human. Impure. Broken. The Moon Goddess had no business binding her to a pureblood—because who else could it be? The academy was filled with alphas and heirs and ancient bloodlines. No way her mate was another half-breed.
No way.
"Miss Chen."
Maya jerked. Professor Rourke stood over her desk, face unreadable. The rest of the class had already packed up. When had the bell rung?
"You're dismissed," Rourke said. "But I'd suggest you get some rest. You look... pale."
"I'm fine."
"Of course." Rourke's eyes narrowed. "And Miss Chen? If you need to talk to someone about this morning, the school counselor—"
"I said I'm fine."
Maya grabbed her bag and fled.
---
Lunch was a nightmare.
She sat alone at the far end of a table, tray untouched, while students whispered and pointed and laughed. Someone threw a crumpled napkin at her head. She didn't react.
*Who is it?*
The question gnawed at her.
She studied every face she passed. Every boy in the hallway. Every male teacher. Every older student. Did any of them feel it too? That strange, impossible pull?
No. None of them looked at her twice.
Except Alex.
He was standing at the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his usual crowd. Lila clung to his arm. Another girl laughed at something he said. He looked perfect. Untouchable. Like a statue carved from moonlight and arrogance.
His eyes found hers.
For one heartbeat. Two.
Then he turned away.
Maya's chest ached. Her wolf whimpered. And she knew—she *knew*—that whatever the Moon Goddess had planned, it wasn't going to be kind.
---
Sixth period ended.
Maya dragged herself to Professor Ashwood's office. The door was open. He sat behind a mahogany desk, hands folded, chain resting on the blotter like an accusation.
"Sit."
She sat.
"You're scared." His voice was softer now. Almost gentle. "That's normal. Most wolves are terrified when they first feel the bond."
"I'm not a wolf."
"You're both." He leaned forward. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, Miss Chen. She chose your mate for a reason. Whether you accept it or not is up to you."
Maya's throat tightened. "Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"Bullshit."
Ashwood's eyebrow rose. "Excuse me?"
"You know something." She gripped the arms of her chair. "You brought that chain today on purpose. You wanted to humiliate me. You wanted everyone to see—"
"I wanted everyone to *know.*" His voice sharpened. "Half-breeds don't belong at Silver Fang. The Council made that clear when they admitted you. But if you have a fated mate—a *pureblood* fated mate—that changes things."
Maya's blood ran cold.
"You're using me."
"I'm helping you." Ashwood smiled. "Think about it. If your mate is powerful enough, connected enough, he could protect you. Give you status. Make you untouchable."
"And if he doesn't want me?"
"Then you're still the half-breed who claims to have a fated bond." Ashwood shrugged. "Either way, you're more valuable than you were yesterday."
Maya stood. Her legs shook. Her hands shook. Her whole body trembled with rage and fear and something else she refused to name.
"I want to go back to my dorm."
"Of course." Ashwood waved a hand. "But consider my offer, Miss Chen. I can help you find your mate. All I ask is a little... cooperation."
She didn't answer.
She walked out.
The door slammed behind her.
---
The dormitory was quiet.
Maya collapsed on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her wolf had stopped thrashing. Now it just lay there, curled up, waiting.
*For what?*
She didn't know.
She didn't know anything.
Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
*We need to talk. Meet me behind the gym. Midnight.*
Maya stared at the screen.
No name. No explanation.
But her wolf stirred. Recognized. *Knew.*
Her fingers trembled as she typed: *Who is this?*
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Then the reply came.
*Someone who knows what you are.*
*And what you're about to become.*
The classroom tilted. Desks warped. Faces blurred into smears of pale flesh and dark uniforms. Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the edge of a desk, knuckles white against the wood grain.
*Something was wrong.*
Her wolf thrashed inside her chest. Not with fear. With *recognition.*
The silver chain around Professor Ashwood's neck glowed. Not warm and soft like candlelight. Cold. Clinical. Like a scalpel under operating room lights.
"You feel it, don't you?" His voice dropped to a whisper that somehow filled every corner of the room. "The tether. The pull."
Maya's lungs burned. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but stare at that chain as it pulsed with sickly light.
"That's impossible," she gasped. "Only—only the Moon Goddess—"
"Binds mates together. Yes." Ashwood stepped closer. The chain swung. Maya's chest heaved. "Tell me, Miss Chen. What do you think happens when a half-breed's inner wolf recognizes its fated mate?"
The room erupted.
Gasps. Whispers. Someone laughed—a sharp, brittle sound that cut through the chaos.
"Fated mate?" Lila's voice rang out from the front row. "Professor, that chain only reacts to *true mates.* Purebloods. Not—not *mutts.*"
"And yet." Ashwood stopped three feet from Maya. Close enough that she could see the gray threading through his dark hair. The faint scar cutting through his left eyebrow. The cold satisfaction in his eyes. "The silver burns for her."
Maya's vision swam.
This was wrong. This was *all* wrong. Fated mates were a myth. A bedtime story. Old wolves told tales of the Moon Goddess choosing perfect matches, of chains that glowed when soulmates stood in the same room. But nobody actually believed—
"I don't have a mate," she forced out. "I'm half-human. The bond doesn't—"
"The bond doesn't care about your bloodline." Ashwood's smile didn't reach his eyes. "The Moon Goddess chooses whom she chooses. And apparently, she's chosen... *you.*"
The whispers grew louder.
"It's a trick."
"Professor must have enchanted the chain."
"Can you imagine? A half-breed with a fated mate?"
"They said her mother was Luna's bloodline. What if—"
"Don't be stupid. That's impossible."
Maya's hands shook. She pressed them flat against her thighs, willing them still. Willing her wolf to calm. Willing her heart to stop trying to claw its way out of her ribcage.
"Who is it?" she asked. Her voice cracked. She didn't care. "Who's my mate?"
Ashwood tilted his head. "That's not how the chain works. It only indicates *presence.* Not identity." He paused. "But rest assured, whoever he is, he's in this room."
The world narrowed.
Maya's gaze swept across the classroom. Thirty faces stared back. Some curious. Some disgusted. A few—a very few—looked almost sympathetic.
Alex Blackwood sat in the back corner, jaw tight, hands gripping his desk like he wanted to break it. His eyes met hers for a fraction of a second. Something flickered there. Something she couldn't read.
Then he looked away.
*No. Not Alex. Anyone but Alex.*
"That's enough for today." Ashwood's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Miss Chen, I expect you in my office after sixth period. We have much to discuss."
He turned and walked back to his desk, chain swinging against his chest.
Maya didn't move.
She couldn't.
The bell rang. Students exploded from their seats, conversations already buzzing with gossip and speculation and cruelty. Nobody looked at her. Nobody wanted to be caught staring at the freak who supposedly had a fated mate.
Lila pushed past her shoulder, hard enough to send her stumbling. "Congratulations," she hissed. "You just became the most interesting thing at this school. Try not to disappoint."
Maya didn't respond.
She couldn't.
Her wolf was still thrashing. Still *screaming.* And for the first time in eighteen years, Maya didn't know if she was the one in control.
---
The hallway stretched endless.
Maya walked. One foot in front of the other. Shove through crowds. Ignore the whispers. Pretend she couldn't feel every pair of eyes burning into her back.
She made it to her second class—Defensive Magic, Professor Rourke—and sat in the back. Stared at the board. Didn't see a single word.
*Fated mate.*
The phrase echoed in her skull.
She'd grown up hearing stories. Her mother used to tell them, her eyes soft and faraway, voice dropping to a whisper like she was sharing sacred knowledge. *The Moon Goddess chooses your other half, Maya. The one who completes you. The one you'd die for.*
Her mother had believed.
Maya never had.
Because if fated mates were real, why had her mother ended up with a human? Why had the Moon Goddess abandoned her to a life of hiding, of running, of pretending she didn't have claws and fangs and a wolf desperate to be free?
*The bond doesn't care about your bloodline.*
But it should. It *should.*
She was half-human. Impure. Broken. The Moon Goddess had no business binding her to a pureblood—because who else could it be? The academy was filled with alphas and heirs and ancient bloodlines. No way her mate was another half-breed.
No way.
"Miss Chen."
Maya jerked. Professor Rourke stood over her desk, face unreadable. The rest of the class had already packed up. When had the bell rung?
"You're dismissed," Rourke said. "But I'd suggest you get some rest. You look... pale."
"I'm fine."
"Of course." Rourke's eyes narrowed. "And Miss Chen? If you need to talk to someone about this morning, the school counselor—"
"I said I'm fine."
Maya grabbed her bag and fled.
---
Lunch was a nightmare.
She sat alone at the far end of a table, tray untouched, while students whispered and pointed and laughed. Someone threw a crumpled napkin at her head. She didn't react.
*Who is it?*
The question gnawed at her.
She studied every face she passed. Every boy in the hallway. Every male teacher. Every older student. Did any of them feel it too? That strange, impossible pull?
No. None of them looked at her twice.
Except Alex.
He was standing at the center of the courtyard, surrounded by his usual crowd. Lila clung to his arm. Another girl laughed at something he said. He looked perfect. Untouchable. Like a statue carved from moonlight and arrogance.
His eyes found hers.
For one heartbeat. Two.
Then he turned away.
Maya's chest ached. Her wolf whimpered. And she knew—she *knew*—that whatever the Moon Goddess had planned, it wasn't going to be kind.
---
Sixth period ended.
Maya dragged herself to Professor Ashwood's office. The door was open. He sat behind a mahogany desk, hands folded, chain resting on the blotter like an accusation.
"Sit."
She sat.
"You're scared." His voice was softer now. Almost gentle. "That's normal. Most wolves are terrified when they first feel the bond."
"I'm not a wolf."
"You're both." He leaned forward. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, Miss Chen. She chose your mate for a reason. Whether you accept it or not is up to you."
Maya's throat tightened. "Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"Bullshit."
Ashwood's eyebrow rose. "Excuse me?"
"You know something." She gripped the arms of her chair. "You brought that chain today on purpose. You wanted to humiliate me. You wanted everyone to see—"
"I wanted everyone to *know.*" His voice sharpened. "Half-breeds don't belong at Silver Fang. The Council made that clear when they admitted you. But if you have a fated mate—a *pureblood* fated mate—that changes things."
Maya's blood ran cold.
"You're using me."
"I'm helping you." Ashwood smiled. "Think about it. If your mate is powerful enough, connected enough, he could protect you. Give you status. Make you untouchable."
"And if he doesn't want me?"
"Then you're still the half-breed who claims to have a fated bond." Ashwood shrugged. "Either way, you're more valuable than you were yesterday."
Maya stood. Her legs shook. Her hands shook. Her whole body trembled with rage and fear and something else she refused to name.
"I want to go back to my dorm."
"Of course." Ashwood waved a hand. "But consider my offer, Miss Chen. I can help you find your mate. All I ask is a little... cooperation."
She didn't answer.
She walked out.
The door slammed behind her.
---
The dormitory was quiet.
Maya collapsed on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her wolf had stopped thrashing. Now it just lay there, curled up, waiting.
*For what?*
She didn't know.
She didn't know anything.
Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.
*We need to talk. Meet me behind the gym. Midnight.*
Maya stared at the screen.
No name. No explanation.
But her wolf stirred. Recognized. *Knew.*
Her fingers trembled as she typed: *Who is this?*
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Then the reply came.
*Someone who knows what you are.*
*And what you're about to become.*