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Author: Maris Dane
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-03 00:59:29

RAEL'S POV

The bond had the consistency of a sound you could almost hear. Not music, not voices, nothing so clear as that — just a frequency that sat below the surface of everything else, a low persistent hum that had been there since the morning after the rut and had not diminished, not even slightly, not even when I was in a council session and needed every part of my attention on the table in front of me and found, for the first time in several centuries, that this was apparently not somethi
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  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   76

    THALIA'S POVTHALIA-I had never experienced anything like the pull of it.We had been riding toward the eastern mountains for four full hours, and the frequency that had spent weeks serving as a low, persistent background hum in the back of my mind was no longer background. It was the absolute foreground—the center of my entire sensory field, drowning out the rhythmic crunch of gravel under my horse's hooves, the whistling mountain wind, and the sharp scent of pine and damp earth.My wolf was completely still, locked into a posture of pure, undivided reception. Not the tense, coiled-spring waiting of a predator tracking prey, but the deep, resonant quiet of something that had finally found the exact frequency it was built to receive. Every fiber of my being felt tuned to a higher pitch, vibrating with an ancient energy that demanded absolute alignment.The landscape had been changing steadily ever since we crossed the Great North's eastern boundary. The transformation wasn't dramati

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   75

    RAEL'S POVRAELI woke before she did. It was an expected occurrence, a habit forged across three hundred years of guarding borders where complacency was a luxury no king could afford. I stood at the narrow window of the temporary quarters, looking out over the compound courtyard. The pre-dawn dark still blanketed the stone, but the sacred flames down below burned with the steady, attentive light they had maintained ever since the restoration. I stood there, letting the cold air wash over my face while my mind drifted to the journey ahead—to the swearing ground, to the land recognition ceremony that Nara had somehow dragged out of an obscure clause in the ancient texts, and to the absolute weight of what awaited us when we returned to the Great North.Yet, underneath all the tactical logistics, my awareness kept pulling backward into the room. It pulled toward the woman sleeping in the bed behind me—sleeping in that specific, guarded way she had never fully unlearned. Even now, restin

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   74

    THALIAHe comes to my room at ten o'clock and finds me already packed.The sight of me sitting beside a single leather satchel stops him just inside the doorway—triggering that particular, absolute stillness he gets whenever a quiet suspicion he’s been harboring gets confirmed directly in front of his eyes.I only have one small bag. Over these tumultuous weeks, I have learned that I travel best when I travel light; the plain grey wool dress I wear and whatever iron willpower lives beneath it are the only things that truly matter. Everything else—courtly finery, extra cloaks, extra boots—is just situational weight designed to slow a person down.I am sitting on the edge of the mattress with my mother’s thick, leather-bound journal resting open in my lap. Beside me, on the small bedside table, sits my old contacts case. It is empty now, kept not as a functional tool, but in the exact way a survivor keeps an artifact from a past life. The gold-tinted lenses that had obscured my true eye

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   73

    THALIAShe starts mapping the exit possibilities at five in the morning while Rael is still trapped in the study, working through the grim figures of Talos's new coalition report. She does it at five because the sky is still the pale, bruised purple of the early northern dawn, because the fortress is silent, and because she has already decided she is not going to tell him she is doing it. She is going to do it anyway, and she is practical enough to start while there is still some safe, psychological distance between those two facts.She is not afraid. She gave up on the simple, visceral version of fear the day she stood on the public ceremony ground and let heavy stones land against her ribs and face without moving an inch or crying out. What she is instead is clear-eyed, and being clear-eyed in this cold mountain fortress means facing brutally plain math: three new packs joining the external coalition brings the total to five. Five packs means roughly twelve hundred warriors standin

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   72

    THALIAShe reads the contingency archive section herself the moment Rael brings it to her, sitting at the table with Heloise on one side of her and Rael on the other and the afternoon sliding by unnoticed outside the window.Her mother's handwriting is everywhere across it. That careful, deliberate scholar's script she has learned to recognise across three days of reading, every letter formed the way a person forms letters when they expect someone, someday, to need to trust every word of it completely.The section is dense. Her mother had never written a contingency plan casually in her life, she wrote them the way she wrote everything, thoroughly, with sourced evidence attached to every claim she made. The external review mechanism and its full history. The three specific scenarios under which a restored legal standing could be challenged from outside. And then, near the very end, the paragraph that makes Thalia stop reading entirely, that makes her set her hand flat against the page

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   71

    RAELThe report was waiting on his desk at seven in the morning, which told him everything before he had even read a line of it. Talos never left paper on that desk overnight unless the contents needed to be seen the moment Rael's eyes opened, and that meant the contact had been made the previous evening and Talos had simply been standing in the corridor outside, waiting for the sound of movement in the room before he would allow himself to sleep.Rael read it standing up. He always read the important ones standing up, the way his body seemed to understand before his mind fully caught up that sitting down was a luxury reserved for information that could wait.Iron Ridge.The largest pack in the eastern territories, three hundred wolves strong, historically neutral in every internal dispute the Great North had ever weathered. Their Alpha was a woman named Breca who had been running that pack for forty years, and the thing everyone said about Breca, the thing that had followed her name

  • 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   2

    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 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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