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Autor: Maris Dane
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-04 00:48:30

WRITER'S POV

CHAPTER 53

The morning in the Great North compound began with an unusual stillness, but by midday, the atmosphere had curdled. It was not a sound that signaled the shift, nor was it a visible movement; it was the pervasive, humming vibration of a pack in the throes of a seismic event. This was the kind of significant change that bypassed the usual channels of kitchen gossip and filtered instead through the iron-bound formal records, rippling from the council chambers to the furthe
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  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   64

    THALIAThe transition was not a sudden snapping of fingers, but a slow realignment. I woke in a room I did not immediately recognize, and the sheer fact of that disorientation was the first thrill of the new world. I lay still for a moment, letting the unfamiliar geometry of the ceiling beams and the scent of cold stone softened by mountain pine settle into my senses. Then, the inventory began—not the frantic, survival-based cataloging of my time in the tower, but a calm, deliberate assessment of my reality.I was in a room in the main compound. I was a free woman. The legal structure of the Great North had been rewritten to include me, my mate bond was on the public record, and three feet away, there was a door I could open from the inside.I sat up, the heavy furs sliding away, and looked at the mark on the back of my hand. In the morning light pouring through the eastern window, it wasn't a dull, faint shadow; it was sharp, dark, and pulsing with a funny and hot liquid heat. I held

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   63

    I have sat in this council chamber for three hundred years. In that time, the stones themselves seem to have absorbed the endless drone of voices, the sharp clashes of conflicting interests, and the heavy, stagnant silence that accompanies the most difficult decisions.I have sat at the head of this table for territorial wars, rut emergencies, the violent, unexpected deaths of council members, the elevation of their replacements, and the tedious, bureaucratic grind of seventeen different iterations of the legal structure that have been built, adjusted, and contested during my lifetime. I have seen every iteration of power the Great North has to offer.I have watched the rise and fall of families, the shifting of alliances, and the slow, inevitable erosion of tradition. I have sat in this room until my blood felt as cold as the granite floor beneath my boots.But I have never sat in this room the way I sat in it today.Today, there was no pretense of a standard session. Today, the thea

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   62

    THALIAThe morning light did not creep into the tower room with any kind of gentle grace; it hit the cold stone walls like a physical weight, thick with the heavy, electric feeling that everything I had ever known was about to be burned away.I woke up with my heart pounding against my ribs, but it wasn't the nervous, frantic flutter of a prisoner anymore, it was a slow beating that wasn't even mine—it was the land itself beating inside my chest like a native drum that had been growing for weeks.I lay there for a long time and stared at the dark beams on the ceiling, just letting that feeling move through me until I felt strong enough to break the world, and I realized I wasn't afraid or nervous or even uncertain because I was finally ready. I felt like a blade that had been locked in a sheath for a lifetime, and today was the day I was being pulled out to do exactly what I was forged to do.I sat up and the sheets fell away from my skin, leaving me cold until I looked at the back o

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   61

    THALIA’S The door clicked shut behind Rael, but the silence that followed wasn't the silence of an empty room—it was the heavy, pressurized quiet of a storm front. He didn't move toward the bed. He didn't even take off his cloak. He simply walked to the table and sank into the chair, his shoulders hunched with the weight of a man who had finally seen the full extent of the enemy’s arsenal.I didn't ask. I didn't have to. I watched the way his jaw worked, the way his eyes remained fixed on the scarred wood of the table. He had been digging in the dark, and he had come back with something that tasted like bile."Constance told me the shape of it," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.Rael looked up. The fatigue in his eyes was eclipsed by a raw, jagged intensity. He didn't waste time with comforting lies. "Then you know. The organizer didn't just want a figurehead. They wanted a key.""They wanted the seat because it gives them acc

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   60

    IlCHAPTER 60 THALIA’S POV The tower was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet than the one I had endured for the last three weeks. It felt as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for the floor to drop out from under us. I walked around, trailing my fingers over the stone surfaces, touching the things that had become my entire world. The spot on the window seat was worn down where I had sat every morning, watching the courtyard and waiting for a sign. Nara’s notes were stacked high on the table, a paper trail of ancient laws and forgotten truths. And there, on the back of the chair, was Rael’s coat. It had been there for three nights. Neither of us had moved it, and neither of us had spoken about it. It was just a presence—a tether. I looked at the doorframe. The ward lines were still cracked, jagged fissures in the stone that leaked a faint, shimmering energy. I had come here as a prisoner, expected to rot in this tower until my end, yet here I was, having turne

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   59

    RAEL’S The delay motion sat on my desk, a thick, formal document that felt like a trap wrapped in legal parchment. I stared at it until the words blurred. Gerard was nothing if not consistent; he played his hand with the precision of a master surgeon, and this move—a fourteen-day delay request—was a perfect, cold-blooded calculation. He had held it until the forty-eight-hour mark. If he had filed it earlier, I would have had time to dismantle it through committee. By filing it now, he forced a decision under the ticking clock of the session. He was betting that the pressure would make me hesitate. I leaned back in my chair, the silence of the office pressing in on me. A fourteen-day delay would kill the inspection window. The thirty-day window was already down to three days; if he pushed the session back two weeks, that window would slam shut, and the formal inspection of Thalia’s status would be rendered moot. To anyone else, it might look like a reprieve for her. But I knew Gerar

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   23

    Thalia's POVLater that evening...The steam from the bathwater curled around my skin like a thick, heavy blanket, and I kept my eyes closed for a long time, drifting in the quiet heat while I tried to force my heart to slow down, because the silence of the tower was the only peace I had known sinc

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   4

    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

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   3

    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 Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   1

    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

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