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Autor: Maris Dane
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-23 01:26:37

THALIA's POC

After Elodie left, the room felt impossibly large and quiet. I sat alone at the small wooden table, the letter heavy in my hands. I didn't open it. I wasn't ready to break the seal yet. Instead, I just held it, letting the weight of it ground me. I thought about my mother.

I thought about a woman who had spent nine years of her life in absolute secrecy, doing everything in her power to keep me hidden from a world she knew would eventually come knocking.

Then, I thought about those
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  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   42

    CHAPTER 42RAEL's POVThe news reached me in the quiet, pressurized sanctity of my private office. I was mid-sentence, reviewing a logistical report on the perimeter defenses with Talos, when the door opened without the usual formal knock. My aide stood there, his face a pale, strained map of shock and dawning, fearful realization. He didn't have to speak; the air in the room seemed to go thin the moment he entered."Alpha," he started, his voice cracking slightly. "Petra. Seven months along. She went into labour at dawn."I set the document down on the desk with deliberate, glacial care. I sat perfectly still, absorbing the information, letting it settle into the marrow of my bones. Petra. I had known her slightly—a quiet, steady woman who had been in the pack for four years. I had known she was carrying. I had known what the pack law dictated, what the last sixty years of history had hammered into us: the curse. The death. The inevitability of an Omega’s end during a term-birth."Sh

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   41

    THALIA's POVThe tower was a place of echoes, and I had learned to translate them. I had spent weeks in this room, a prisoner of circumstance and my own history, and in that time, I had become a master of the pack’s language—not the language they spoke with their tongues, but the one they spoke with their movements, their shifts in pace, and the collective vibration of their presence.Mid-morning, the acoustic quality of the Great North shifted. It was subtle, the kind of change that would bypass anyone who hadn't been forced to live as a ghost in their own life. The pack had been existing in a state of brittle, jagged tension for days, a "strike-silence" that felt like a held breath. But then, it snapped.Movement. Not the rhythmic, predictable pace of guards on rotation or servants delivering trays, but something rapid, urgent, and discordant.I moved to the window, sliding into the deep, protective shadow of the stone frame. Below, in the central courtyard, the world was alive. Peo

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   40

    CHAPTER 40THALIAWhen Rael came in that evening, the air in the tower felt heavy, thick with the weight of the day’s revelations. I was sitting at the table, the transcription Constance had left sitting face-down on the wood. I wasn't reading it anymore. I was just sitting there, both hands flat on the rough surface of the table, looking at the fire. It was dying down, the orange flames flickering and casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls.He crossed to the table in a few long, silent strides. He looked at me, his gaze sharp and searching, and I met his eyes with a stillness that seemed to unsettle him. He didn't ask what was wrong. He didn't have to. He could see the change in my posture, the way the frantic, buzzing anxiety that had plagued me for weeks had finally, completely vanished."Imogen's sister was at the club the night Conan died," I said. My voice didn't shake. It was perfectly level.Rael went perfectly still. The tension in his shoulders was a palpable, d

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   39

    THALIA's povThe morning air in the tower was thin and cold, biting at the edges of my skin even through the heavy fabric of my robe. I had been awake for hours, watching the grey dawn bleed over the horizon, my mind trapped in a loop of calculations that offered no resolution.I was standing by the tall, narrow window, staring out at the jagged, unforgiving peaks of the Great North, when I heard the distinct, deliberate sound of footsteps on the stone stairs. They weren't the heavy, rhythmic tread of a guard, nor the hurried, frantic stride of a servant. They were quiet, measured—Constance.She arrived long before the morning tray. She appeared at the door before the first rotation of the guard, a timing so precise it felt like a tactical maneuver. When she entered, she didn't offer a greeting.She walked directly to the table, her expression tight and burdened, the look of someone who had carried a dangerous secret through the dark and was finally desperate to set it down. She sat i

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   38

    CHAPTER 38THALIA's POVThe letter lay on my lap, its parchment worn soft under my fingertips from the dozen times I had read it. It was my mother’s voice, captured in ink, reaching across the chasm of twenty-two years to finally speak to me.The first time I read it, I had been the strategist. I had torn through the sentences with surgical speed, dissecting the facts, the warnings, and the timeline, my mind cataloging the intelligence with the cold detachment of an archivist. The second time, I slowed, allowing the rhythm of her prose to seep into my blood.But the third time—the time that mattered—I was sitting cross-legged on the bed with my back pressed against the cold stone of the tower wall, the fire in the hearth throwing long, flickering orange shadows that danced like ghosts around the room.It was in that third reading that the true, crushing weight of it landed. My mother had known. From the moment I was birthed into the world, from the void-dark depth of my eyes, from the

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   37

    RAEL's POVThe whole air in my study was bitter at five in the morning, the kind of biting cold that seemed to seep straight into your marrow, but I barely felt it. I sat at my desk, watching the fire in the hearth finally surrender to a handful of grey, dying embers that pulsed weakly in the dark.On the wood in front of me lay the report from Talos—a stack of crisp white pages that felt like a death warrant for the last remnants of my peace of mind. I read the words again, tracing the ink as if I could physically map the betrayal written there. I was reconstructing the shape of the last few weeks, pulling the timeline apart and stitching it back together now that I held all the missing pieces.It was staggering to realize the sheer scale of the preparation I had been blind to. Elodie had known Thalia was coming. She hadn't been guessing; she had been waiting. Thalia’s mother, Evelyn, had written to Elodie twelve years ago from the human world while she lay on her deathbed, begging h

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   34

    RAELThe day clung to me like a layer of cold, suffocating ash. Every moment of the open council session was burned into my memory—the way Gerard stood there with his robes pristine, the way the word "regency" rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.It was said aloud in a room packed with pack

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   33

    WRITER's povThe Great Hall felt like a tomb carved out of dark mountain rock, the air thick with the smell of old pine needles and the sharp, metallic tang of nervous sweat.Rael walked toward the raised platform at the front of the room, his boots making a steady, heavy sound against the stone fl

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   32

    THALIA's PovThe morning light crept into the east tower like a thief, but it brought no comfort, only the cold, sharp reality that the walls were shrinking around me. I did not wake up to the sun, I woke up because the air in the room felt heavy and stagnant, as if the very stone were holding its

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   29

    THALIA's POV The guard arrived at my door with instructions that I was to attend the evening meal. That told me everything I needed to know. The evening meal was not a private tray in my room, it was a major pack event, and changing my routine like that without any warning meant someone high

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