MasukCHAPTER 124The second Omega birth after the curse happened on a Tuesday morning, and Rael heard about it from Talos in the same way he had heard about the first one. Talos came into the study wearing the particular expression he saved for important good news, which was very different from the face he wore for everything else, and Rael set down his pen before Talos had even opened his mouth.“The Omega wing,” Talos announced, closing the door behind him with unusual gentleness.“The second,” Rael breathed, and his chest went tight.“The second,” Talos confirmed, and a rare, wide smile broke across his weathered face. “Mother and daughter, and both of them well.”Rael set down the document he had been holding and stood up slowly, because for a moment his legs did not feel entirely like his own. “Tell Imogen I will come to the wing whenever she says it is a good time,” he instructed, and his voice came out rougher than he expected.“She anticipated that,” Talos told him, grinning. “She
CHAPTER 123One month into the denouement, I sat at the foundational seat’s table for the fourth governance session of the month, and I noticed that the whole thing had finally become ordinary. It was no longer new, and it was no longer being argued out week by week. It simply worked, the way a good door works, and nobody thought about it anymore.Two compact matters had come to me that month, and I had dealt with both. The first was a question from the Omega wing about how the compact would treat the birth cycle now that the curse was gone, and I answered it with Elodie beside me and the relevant section of the keepers’ memory open on the table. The second was a territorial question from the western boundary pack, which had been watching the Iron Ridge alignment with great interest, and Rael and Mira and I spent two hours drafting a reply that was precise and sourced and complete.“Read it back to me one more time,” Mira requested, sitting with her pen raised over the final page.“Th
CHAPTER 122Rael ran the morning council session the way he had run a thousand of them over three centuries, with a steady hand and a clear head, and yet he found that this morning was different from every session that had come before it. The business itself was the same as always, the weighty ordinary business of a large pack, with supply logistics, boundary reports, and a territorial question from the western neighbour that Talos had marked as needing a formal answer. The difference was in the feeling underneath it, and he noticed it in every item on the table.For three hundred years he had governed from a place of complete authority and a particular kind of loneliness, the loneliness of a man who was responsible for everything and answerable to nothing except the long chain of consequences that his own decisions had produced. The compact had changed that. He was governing a pack that lived in relationship with its land, and the land answered him, so that his choices were no longer
CHAPTER 121I woke on the first morning of the denouement and took inventory out of habit, but this inventory was different from every one before it, because it was not a list of a situation. It was a list of a home. The room was mine, and the door was one I opened myself. The contacts case sat on the table where it had sat since the very beginning, and I had decided it would stay there for as long as I lived, because it was the record of everything I had stopped hiding. I was Thalia Thorne now, and I was never going to hide again.The mark on my hand showed clearly in the morning light, the compact sat warm in my chest, and the land lay warm under the old stone. Rael was two corridors away, Valerie was down the hall with her strong opinions, and Constance was already in the kitchen making the whole compound smell like bread. Nara and Adair were in the archive, along with the eleven keepers, Elodie, Heloise and her system of boxes, and Mira with her procedures. Even the eldest elder w
CHAPTER 120I woke on the last day of the falling action and did the inventory one more time, and this time I did it slowly, because I wanted to enjoy every item on the list. The room was mine, with a door I opened myself. The contacts case sat on the table beside the bed, the quiet record of everything I had stopped hiding, and my mother’s journal lay next to it, fully read at last. The mark on the back of my hand glowed faintly in the morning light, permanent and real, and the compact sat warm in my chest like a second heartbeat.Rael was two corridors away, already moving toward his day, and Valerie was down the hall waking with the same early habit the compact site had given her. Through the window I could see the east tower standing in the pale light, its ward settled and resting, my mother’s work finished exactly as she had planned it. I thought about the dungeon, with its locked door and its guard breathing in the dark and the mate word spoken only once, and I let myself feel h
CHAPTER 119THALIAI went through the last full day of the falling action with all my attention and none of the dread I used to carry underneath it. I sat at the foundational seat’s table that morning and finished the two compact matters, and nobody argued with me, which felt like a small miracle. Then I met Adair about the keeper integration, and he reported progress with the deep satisfaction of a man who had waited his whole life to be bored by good news.The knock in the night had not come back. Rael had stayed awake until dawn with his hand on the floor, listening, and in the end the land had given him nothing except warmth, as though it were embarrassed to have spoken. We had agreed to say nothing yet, because two pulses were not enough to frighten a whole pack, but I had noticed him glancing at the floor all morning.At ten I found Valerie waiting at the flame basin with her sleeves pushed up, still smelling faintly of onions from the kitchen.“The calling practice,” she announ
THALIA’S POVMy heart squeezed painfully in my chest, and I felt like a bird trapped in a cage made of my own ribs as I stuttered, “I… you, sir—”His gaze didn’t falter for a single second. He stood there looking like a god of war, tall and terrifying, while he growled, “I won’t repeat myself anymor
RAEL’S POV“Witchcraft?” She stuttered, her face going pale instantly, before she started coughing and awkwardly swallowing her saliva.“Pardon?”I stepped back, the movement sharp and predatory. I refused to meet her gaze again; those gold eyes were too bright, too haunting for a killer. Don’t get
THALIA’S POVIt had taken a whole night before the realization dawned fully on me—I had murdered two people and fled the scene. The blood on my hands had been washed away, but the phantom weight of it remained, pressing into my skin like lead. And what I had hoped on settling before dawn with my au
THALIA’S POVThey say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but in the Great North, if you don’t judge a wolf by its eyes, you’re already a corpse. I suppose the werewolf hierarchy is a real eye-opener, though for someone like me, the view is usually from the bottom of a shallow grave.This was







