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Author: Maris Dane
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RAEL-

The great hall was packed to capacity for the morning assembly, but the atmosphere was far from normal. There was no usual rustle of trade ledgers, no quiet murmurs of housekeepers or guards shifting post. A heavy, suffocating silence hung beneath the high stone arches, broken only by the crackle of the central hearths.

Gerard stood on the raised dais at the front of the hall. He had completely shed his usual procedural tone, abandoning the measured, bureaucratic language he had used fo
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  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   93

    RAEL- The great hall was packed to capacity for the morning assembly, but the atmosphere was far from normal. There was no usual rustle of trade ledgers, no quiet murmurs of housekeepers or guards shifting post. A heavy, suffocating silence hung beneath the high stone arches, broken only by the crackle of the central hearths. Gerard stood on the raised dais at the front of the hall. He had completely shed his usual procedural tone, abandoning the measured, bureaucratic language he had used for weeks. Today, his voice boomed through the rafters, soaked in calculated theatrical panic. "We can no longer mince words under the guise of court diplomacy!" Gerard declared, his hand slamming down onto the carved wooden podium. "What occurred on the night of the full moon was not a royal private affair. It was a breach of the fundamental laws that govern this pack!" I stood near the heavy iron doors at the back of the hall, my arms crossed over my chest, watching him with a cold, unyielding

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   92

    THALIA- I walked into my study at midnight, the heavy parchment from Elodie’s room held carefully between my fingers. Rael was standing by the hearth, his shadow stretched long across the stone floor. He turned the second the door latch clicked shut. I didn't say a word. I simply handed him the page. Rael took it, unfolding the yellowed paper with his broad, calloused hands. He read it in silence. The only sound in the room was the crackle of the dying hearth fire and the steady, heavy cadence of his breathing. When he finally finished, he folded the letter back along its original creases, his dark eyes rising to meet mine. He was quiet for a long time. "They knew my father," I said softly, breaking the stillness. "Yes," Rael replied, his voice low and grounded. "They want to come in. They want safe passage onto the compact ground." "You already said yes." "I said yes before I told you," I pointed out, stepping closer to him. "Yes." I tilted my head, searching his face. "Do

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   91

    THALIA- The corridor leading to Elder Elodie’s private quarters was quiet, dark, and chilled by the midnight draft creeping through the narrow arrow-slits. Rael walked beside me, his long, heavy strides keeping pace with mine. He didn't speak, and neither did I. He had told me everything in my study ten minutes ago—every word from the companion, the mention of the logbook, and the courier dispatch sent three days ago on the very night Nara uncovered the 412 ratification annex. When we reached the arched heavy oak door at the end of the stone hallway, I stopped. I turned to look at Rael. "I am going in alone," I said softly, my voice firm despite the cold knot tightening in my stomach. Rael’s dark eyes searched my face for a long, heavy second. His jaw flexed, the Alpha instinct in him screaming to stand as a wall between me and any potential threat. But he knew who I was, and he knew what Elodie represented to me. She was the one who had guided my hands over the sacred flam

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    RAEL- The air inside the lower strategy chamber was heavy, cold, and smelled of stale oil from the wall sconces. Cold dampness seeped through the thick granite walls, but nobody in the room paid any mind to the chill. I stood at the head of the oak table, both hands planted flat on the map of our eastern perimeter. "The ancient compact site," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room. I brought a heavy, calloused finger down onto the parchment, marking a high ridge two miles east of our main wall. "Right here. It sits on the high granite shelf where the original boundary stones were laid three hundred years ago. It’s surrounded by natural stone barriers, open sightlines on three sides, and it’s saturated with old territorial magic." I looked across the table at Constance. She stood with her arms crossed over her wool shawl, her face lined with deep weariness but her eyes sharp as flint. Beside her, Talos leaned against the heavy iron doorframe, his posture rigid a

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   89

    THALIA- I woke to the soft, rhythmic sound of breathing and the low hum of the morning wind against the windowpane. For a few seconds, I simply lay still, floating in the rare warmth of actual rest. The heavy furs wrapped around my shoulders felt soft and heavy, holding in the heat of the night we had just shared. But as my eyes adjusted to the bright morning light spilling across the wooden floorboards, I saw Rael. He was sitting in the high-backed wooden chair near the window. He was fully dressed in his dark tunic and leather trousers, sitting completely still with a small piece of folded parchment resting across his knee. His broad hands were resting on the armrests, his dark eyes fixed on me with a heavy, quiet intensity. He had the distinct look of a man who had been sitting with a complicated truth for an hour, patiently waiting for me to join him in the waking world. I sat up slowly, pushing the thick blanket down to my waist. I did not bother with pleasantries or sof

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   88

    RAEL-I sat at the dark mahogany desk in the corner of the archive room at two in the morning, holding a single sheet of freshly copied parchment in my right hand. The lamp beside me flickered, its low yellow flame dancing against the damp stone walls, casting long shadows across three hundred years of pack history stacked on the floor.I read the annex language once. I read it twice. Then I set it flat on the leather desk mat and simply looked at it.Three hundred years.I had been Alpha King of the Great North since before the inter-pack accords were even drafted in the blood-stained council chambers of year 412. I was in the room when the quill touched the vellum. I had lived alongside those accords for over two centuries, treating them as the absolute, immovable bedrock of my territory’s legal existence. I had read the accord documents in full—every clause, every amendment, every trade agreement, every boundary line.And yet, sitting right here in front of me was a single, misfile

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    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

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    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

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    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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