While Hope fought to keep Nova calm, others carried their own storm of thoughts and fury. The moment Allison and Scott crossed that threshold, it wasn't only Nova who broke—it rattled everyone who loved her.
Hayley's POV 🐺💔
Hayley's hands shook as she watched her daughter cradle Nova. She's too young to be facing this kind of pain, she thought, her wolf instincts screaming to tear Allison apart. But this wasn't her battle to fight—it was Hope's. Still, every sob Nova let out sent knives into Hayley's chest. She wanted to take the weight for her, shield her from all of it, but all she could do was stay close, steady, and be ready the moment Hope needed her. When Allison made her final retort, Hayley's claws had already extended. Touch my daughter's mate again and you won't live long enough to regret it.
Klaus's POV 👑🩸
Klaus had been quiet until then, letting his daughter speak, but his fury brewed hot and fast. Every insult Allison flung at Hope felt like a direct threat to his bloodline. When Nova sobbed against Hope's chest, Klaus's control cracked. He wanted to rip Allison's throat out, to tear Scott limb from limb, to paint the walls with their arrogance. Only Hope's trembling form and Nova's fragile state kept him from acting. But when Allison swore she'd get Nova back, Klaus nearly lunged. One word from Hope, and I will end her. Permanently.
Lizzie's POV 💅🔥
Lizzie stood with her arms crossed, her heart pounding with outrage. The gall of Allison trying to insert herself into Nova's life again after what she'd done made Lizzie's skin crawl. She thought about all the nights she'd seen Nova curled up with Hope, finally safe, finally laughing again. Even though Nova and her pack were new to the school, they had already bonded closely with the rest of them, and Lizzie wasn't about to let that be broken. The thought of it all being shattered infuriated her. "Hex her into oblivion," she muttered under her breath, already imagining spells she and Josie could weave to make Allison regret every word.
Stiles's POV 🧠⚡
For once, Stiles wasn't running his mouth. His usual shield of sarcasm failed him as he stared at Allison. Memories of Beacon Hills, of friendships shattered and families torn apart, flooded him. But Nova? Nova had been the one to hold them all together back then. Seeing her broken like this brought bile to his throat. He wanted to grab Scott and shake him until he realized what he'd destroyed. Instead, he muttered the only words that fit: "You don't deserve to even say her name."
Penelope's POV 🔮💋
Penelope's smirk masked the heat in her veins. She'd always been sharp-tongued, but tonight she had to bite back curses that would have singed the air. Watching Nova sob, helpless, while Allison dared to act like she still had any claim—it made Penelope's magic itch in her fingertips. She glanced at Josie and whispered low, "Say the word, and I'll make sure she never speaks Nova's name again."
Hope's POV 🌙❤️
Through all of it, Hope's world had narrowed to Nova's sobs, her trembling body pressed against her. She felt every stare, every growl, every promise of violence vibrating in the room, but it was background noise to the fragile life in her arms. She kissed Nova's temple again and again, whispering promises, her rage buried under the need to keep Nova steady. When Allison spat her final words, Hope's wolf rose sharp and merciless: "Over my dead body." She meant it with every fiber of her soul. Nova wasn't just her girlfriend. She was her mate, her future, the mother of her children. Nothing—and no one—would take her away.
Derek's POV 🐺🔥
Derek stood silent, his arms crossed, but his mind seethed. He'd seen betrayal before, scars from family and pack, but watching Allison dare to stand there and claim Nova after all she had done made his wolf bristle. A bitter thought cut through him—he wished he had pushed harder to stop Nova from dating her in the first place. Allison was an Argent, and it was her family who had been responsible for the fire that decimated the Hales. Derek had lost too many people to fire and lies; he wasn't about to let Nova be torn apart again. His eyes followed Allison until she disappeared, his vow clear: If she tries again, she'll answer to me.
Allison's POV 🏹⚡
Allison's chest burned as she left the room, Scott's hand tugging her along. Rage and heartbreak tangled in her veins. She convinced herself she wasn't wrong—that Hope was dangerous, that Nova needed saving. Even surrounded by hostile glares, she clung to the thought: Nova still loves me. She has to. She belongs with me, not her. The conviction twisted sharper with every step, turning into obsession. Deep down, guilt gnawed at her—she knew she had been the one to cheat, that she had been the one to betray Nova first. But in her twisted mind, she painted herself as the one wronged, rewriting their story so she could still believe in a future together. She even let her imagination run, dark and selfish: what if it was her child Nova carried instead of Hope's? The image of Nova cradling a baby that was half hers made her chest ache and her thoughts spiral further. By the time she reached the hall, Allison's grief and guilt had hardened into dangerous resolve—she would do anything to get Nova back, no matter who stood in her way. Already, her mind whispered justifications: Hope was dangerous, unfit, a Mikaelson with too much power. If Nova couldn't see it now, Allison would make her see. She began to rationalize that separating Nova from Hope—by force, if necessary—would be saving her. Twisted though it was, Allison convinced herself she was the hero of the story, ready to cross lines she never would have imagined before. The seed of obsession Kate had once carried now burned in Allison, promising that she would stop at nothing to reclaim what she thought was hers.
Scott's POV 🐺⚖️
Scott's stomach churned with unease. He told himself they only came to talk, to explain, but the look in Nova's eyes—pure betrayal, pain, fear—cut deeper than claws ever could. Guilt simmered because he knew the truth: it was him who had been the reason Allison cheated, the reason Nova's heart had broken and their relationship had ended. Yet instead of sitting fully in that guilt, bitterness crept in—what stung more was how quickly the pack had turned on him once the truth came out. He was supposed to be their Alpha, their leader, but one mistake had cost him their trust.
And beneath it all, Scott harbored a darker truth he'd never admitted aloud: he had always liked Nova, his adoptive sister, more than he should have. Watching her choose Allison had twisted something in him, and watching her now with Hope made it worse. Even so, guilt warred with stubbornness. She has to see I still care. We just need time. He followed Allison into the hall, but doubt gnawed at his chest.
Lydia's POV 🔮📖
Lydia's heart ached as she watched Nova sob against Hope. Memories of Beacon Hills surged back—the night Nova had come to her after finding Allison and Scott together. She had seen the devastation in her friend's eyes then, and now it was worse. Nova wasn't just hurt, she was fragile in a way Lydia had never seen. Even though Nova and her pack had only been at the school a short time, they had bonded deeply with everyone, Lydia included. Rage and protectiveness burned through her brilliant mind. I won't let her break like that again. Not this time.
Josie's POV 📚🌙
Josie's fingers curled at her sides, her pulse quickening as she took in the scene. Nova had been through enough, and seeing her crumpled and in tears made Josie's protective instincts surge. She had only known Nova for a short time, but in that span, she felt like family already. The bond was real, and Josie wouldn't let Allison or Scott break it. A calm resolve built in her chest, steadier than Lizzie's fiery outrage or Penelope's sharp sarcasm. We'll keep her safe. We'll make sure she knows she's loved here.
Freya's POV ✨🔮
Freya's magic hummed at her fingertips, itching to lash out. Seeing Nova weep with Hope clinging desperately to her side stirred something ancient in her chest. The girl was carrying part of their family's future, and Freya would defend that future with every spell she knew. She whispered quiet wards under her breath, already reinforcing the walls around them. No one will hurt her while I draw breath.
Rebekah's POV 💃🏼🗡️
Rebekah stood at the edge of the chaos, fury boiling just beneath her polished exterior. Nova reminded her so much of family—loyal, fierce, wounded but unbroken. Watching Allison dare claim her made Rebekah's stomach twist. Her jaw clenched as she thought, Nova deserves joy, not chains. And if Allison tries again, she'll find out just how protective Mikaelsons can be.
This interlude ended as Allison and Scott left, but their shadows lingered. Each person in that room carried away their own vow: to protect Nova and stand by Hope, no matter what came next. In their own ways—through magic, wolf's instinct, or simple loyalty—they had all chosen their side. The bond between Nova, her pack, and the rest of the school had been forged quickly, but it was unshakable. Together they stood as one, united in their promise: Nova was family now, and no one would ever take her away from Hope again.