THALIA’S POV
Eileen’s words still echoed inside my head long after the announcement ended.
For a moment, I didn’t even react. I just stood there in the middle of the great hall while students around me continued talking excitedly about training evaluations and resource allocations like they hadn’t just been handed a death sentence.
Two days. That was all I had.
My fingers curled slowly at my sides as the weight of it settled deeper into my chest. A full moon transformation wasn’t just training. It was exposure. It was a form of control. It was truth forced into the open whether I was ready or not.
And I wasn’t ready. Not even close.
Beside me, Eileen was still watching my face carefully. “You’re not speaking,” she said quietly. “That usually means you’re either thinking too much or p
