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Author: Maris Dane
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 00:59:46

THALIA'S POV

I went to get Valerie myself. I made the decision at five in the afternoon, and Rael accepted it with the quiet understanding of a man who recognized that some things were strictly sisters' business.

I took a single escort wolf with me and rode east. The two miles stretching between the pack boundary and the compact site felt remarkably shorter than they had the first time I walked them in my mind.

Valerie was waiting at the edge of the compact site when we arrived. That meant t
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    The group that leaves the eastern gate at seven is larger than I had planned for, yet somehow smaller than it could have been. It is the exact right size for what we are about to do.I ride at the very front beside Rael. Behind us, the eldest elder sits his horse with the serene, unhurried posture of a man who has spent three hundred and forty years knowing this exact day was coming and has managed the long wait with total grace. Valerie rides close behind, burdened by a pack she has repacked twice to my personal knowledge, containing an entirely different assortment of survival items than it did yesterday morning. Nara follows with the ceremony documentation safely stowed in a waterproof case she spent the last two days crafting by hand. Constance sits upright on a horse Talos selected specifically for her—a steady, forgiving animal that has zero interest in any additional drama or challenges.Seren simply appeared at the gate at six-fifty. She had never been officially invited, but

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   105

    Valerie found her in the archive room at eight with the quality she had when she was building toward a question she was not sure how to phrase, which was visible in her face the way most of Valerie's internal states were visible in her face, which was completely. She sat down across from Thalia and she said: "The ceremony." Thalia said: "Yes." Valerie said: "The joint ceremony. At the swearing ground." She said: "Yes." Valerie said: "With the fire in the rock that has been burning for two thousand years." She said: "Yes." Valerie said: "And when you and Rael complete the sealing element—" She said: "Yes?" Valerie said: "Is it going to be loud." Thalia stopped what she was doing and looked at her. Valerie said: "Because at the first ceremony — when you did the land recognition ceremony — the eldest elder described the fire doing something he called answered. And then at the swearing ground on the return from the holding compound there was apparently a moment where the f

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   104

    The formal process for Gerard begins in the council chamber at ten and it is the quietest session he had presided over in three hundred years, which was itself significant. Gerard came in without a barrister, without faction support, without the thirty-year political architecture that had been his constant backdrop in every previous session. He sat in the formal process chair with the quality of a man who had arrived at a reckoning he had known was coming and had chosen to meet it without performance. Rael had seen this quality once before, in a wolf who had made a wrong call in a border dispute forty years ago and had stood in the council chamber and said: I made the wrong call and I am not going to spend this session arguing about whether I did. He had respected that wolf. He looked at Gerard across the council table and thought: thirty years. He thought about the patience of it. He thought about what it was like to believe in something for thirty years and then have the method o

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   103

    NARANara had been awake since four working through the ceremony text with the specific focused energy she brought to things she had been waiting to find, and when Thalia arrives at the archive room at seven she looks up from the notebook with the expression of someone who has been in the right place for several hours and knows it. She says: "The fourth element." Thalia says: "The fire in the rock." Nara says: "Yes. I have the full construction now — the bearer's words, the holder's words, the witness confirmation, and the sealing element which is the fire in the rock at the original swearing ground." She says: "The fire that has been burning since before the first pack had a name." Nara says: "Yes." She says: "And for the sealing — what does the fire do." Nara says: "It runs the full pattern. All the cracks in the stone. And then it holds at the place between the bearer and the holder." She says: "The compact recognised." Nara says: "Yes. Both points. Together." Thalia sits

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   102

    RAEL-: He went to her room at nine because that was where he went now, at nine in the evening, when the day's administrative burden was finally complete, the pack was winding down for the night, and both of them had gravitated to where they belonged. The stone corridors were quiet, the torchlight flickering low against the damp walls as his heavy boots carried him down the familiar path. She was sitting at the chair by the window—not the window seat, but the high-backed wooden chair—with the letters from the fourteenth box spread across her lap, though she wasn't reading them. She was holding one specific envelope the way she held her journal sometimes: the closed version, the not-yet, the thing she was allowing to remain near her without opening it up just yet. He opened the heavy oak door without knocking, stepping into the warm, lamplit sanctuary of her room. She looked up from the chair, and the quality of her look was the one that carried no label, the one that was simply ever

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   101

    THALIA-She woke up thinking about the ward. It was the first thing in her mind before the contacts check, before anything else—the specific, steady, warm glow in the east tower stone that she had felt from her room two floors away, a warmth that was not alarming in the slightest but was present enough that it sat in her chest the way the bond sat in her chest, just there, part of the ambient air. She got up from the bed without rushing, her bare feet meeting the cold stone floor with a familiar, grounding shock. She did not go to the east tower immediately because she had learned over the past grueling months to let significant things arrive in their own order rather than chasing them with blind panic, which was something she had been learning since the dungeon and had only recently gotten to something close to competent at.Instead, she made her usual morning rounds with a methodical, unhurried precision. Her contacts case sat neatly on the small wooden table; beside it lay her lea

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    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

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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

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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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