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Author: Maris Dane
last update publish date: 2026-07-09 09:31:35

THALIA’S POV

The evening stretched out, heavy and thick with the hum of the pack. I sat at the wooden table, the lamp casting long, flickering shadows against the walls of the east tower. I had Imogen’s note in front of me, a small scrap of paper that felt heavier than the founding texts. My left hand lay flat on the table, the silver-grey mark on the back of it glowing faintly in the lamplight, a quiet, pulsing reminder that the Recognition was no longer a theory. It was real. It was happenin
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  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   79

    THIRD PERSON POV-WRITER'S POVShe was already standing at the outer perimeter of the ancient stone clearing when Valerie emerged from the jagged shadows of the southern approach road. Even before the dim, flickering amber glow of the mountain fire illuminated her features, Thalia knew exactly who was climbing the final steep grade. It was not merely a matter of anticipation or the sudden spike of adrenaline; it was the way the fire in the rock reacted to the intrusion. The glowing lines of ancient flame running through the stone floor suddenly surged, branching out rapidly and snaking across the pale earth toward the southern path. They pulsed with an intense, welcoming heat that mirrored the exact phenomenon Thalia had experienced hours earlier during her own arrival. It was the undeniable confirmation of everything Heloise had catalogued in the archive—Valerie was not a mere partial carrier, nor an ordinary traveler stumbling onto sacred ground.Beyond the mystical reaction of the

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   78

    RAELThe eldest elder had retired to his designated bedding corner with the smooth, efficient motion of a man who measured his life in centuries and understood the exact value of uninterrupted rest. Within minutes, his breathing deepened into a slow, rhythmic cadence that blended seamlessly with the ambient hum of the mountain. Around us, the fire in the rock settled from its initial blinding, brilliant surge into a steady, pulsing ember-glow. It traced the central crack in the stone floor and snaked along the lower walls of the natural amphitheatre, casting long, wavering golden shadows that danced against the ancient grey granite. Outside the protective basin, the high-altitude wind howled through the jagged mountain passes like an untamed beast, but inside, the air was entirely still, held in place by an invisible, ancient pressure that felt almost sacred.I sat with Thalia near the edge of the glowing fissure, leaning back against a massive slab of dark stone that still radiated

  • Thalia’s Unbecoming: From Killer To Cancer Luna   77

    THALIAI knew when we had arrived because my body knew before my eyes did.We had been riding uphill for hours on a winding, punishing path that was less a trail and more a stubborn direction dictated by the mountain itself. The stone here refused to allow for easy tracks, being far too old, too raw, and too set in its own ancient geography to yield to ordinary travelers. Every yard we gained required a deliberate, grinding effort from our mounts, the air growing progressively thinner and carrying the sharp, iron-tinged scent of high-altitude rock and aged pine. Then, without warning, we crested a final high ridge, and I pulled my horse to an abrupt halt before anyone else could issue a command. I did not stop because I saw it first with my eyes. I stopped because everything inside me simply ceased moving. My breath caught, my pulse flattened into a heavy, rhythmic thrum, and my wolf went completely silent in the back of my skull, dropping into an attitude of profound, absolute revere

  • 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   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

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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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