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2026-06-08 19:30:06My dark little wolves... š¤šŗ
And my future Ink lovers,š If you've made it this far into this twisted mess of betrayal, obsession, lies, revenge, mates, psychopaths, and emotional damage, then congratulations. You're officially trapped with me until the very end. š First of all, thank you. To Kathryn for needing more, to Alexandria Bethany Spicer for your comments and gemsš¤ To Darlene Coad, thank you for following me from THE BET THAT RUINED US to this very storyš I can't mention you all, but I want you to know that I see you andā¦ Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for screaming in the comments. Thank you for threatening my villains. Thank you for threatening me. š (In my head though, I feel like that's what you're doing on your screens when you're not commenting) Every single review, comment, vote, gift, and theory means more than you know. I read them all, and sometimes your theories have me staring at my screen wondering if you hacked my notes. Author Mia your comment did that š Now... Can we talk about Isora for a second? My poor girl has been dragged through hell and then dragged through it again. I know some of you are frustrated with her. I know some of you want her to wake up and start burning things down. Davina I felt your relief through the comment. Trust me. Be patient. The revenge arc is coming. And when it comes, I don't want crumbs. I want devastation. I want consequences. I want people crying, begging, regretting their life choices. Some betrayals deserve forgiveness. Others deserve destruction. I'll let you decide which category Asher belongs in. š As for Adrian... Some of you started this book wanting to kill him. Now look at you. Crying over his childhood. Feeling sorry for him. Wanting to wrap him in a blanket and tell him everything is going to be okay. (Or was it just meš¤) Disgusting behavior. š I'll just sayā¦Don't Blindly trust him like Savina_h said š And Azrian... That man needs therapy. A prison. An exorcism. A leash. Not necessarily in that order. The fact that some of you are still barking for him concerns me deeply. (Meanwhile Iām barking right beside youš) Actually, no it doesn't. I understand. šš Now for some good news... I plan on completing this book THIS MONTH. Yes. THIS MONTH. So don't panic about updates. I will be updating DAILY. Multiple chapters. We've entered the part of the story where secrets start exploding, masks start falling, and everyone starts paying for their sins. And trust me... the full moon is coming. šš Now let's discuss the questionā¦ Adrian? š¤ Or Azrian? š WHO DO YOU WANT TO CLAIM ISORA? Cast your votes below. I want names. I want reasons. I want arguments. I want chaos. And before anybody starts acting innocentā¦ Who else besides Savina_h is waiting for the mating scene? š¶ļøš«£ Don't lie. You've survived all this angst. You've survived all this tension. You've survived all these almost moments. I know you're waiting, don't pretend you're innocent. I've seen your comments. Some of you have been waiting for that mating scene more than you've been waiting for the truth behind the massacre. š Drop your thoughts below. I want all the theories. Who survives? Who gets exposed? Who gets revenge? Who deserves prison? Who deserves happiness? And who deserves to get slapped by the Moon Goddess herself? Also! I just released a new book! š¤ āØ MARKED ON ICE: MY ALPHA ROOMMATE IS AN OMEGA āØ It's an omegaverse story filled with drama, tension, chaos, and questionable life decisions. Please check it out when you have time and don't forget to leave reviews, comments, and votes. Those little things help more than you know. Thank you for being here. Thank you for choosing this story. And thank you for trusting me with your emotions. You're going to regret that trust very soon. š See you in the next chapter, my dark little wolves. And remember... not everyone who says "I love you" is telling the truth. š¤ I purple yāall ššš
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Dear Ink loversšøš If you're reading this, you made it through the fire. And I don't just mean the flames that burned Nightfall Pack. I mean the flames of betrayal, of heartbreak, of watching characters you loved fall apart and get back up again. I mean the flames of a story that never promised you a happy endingāonly a truthful one. This book was never meant to be soft. It was never meant to be safe. It was meant to feel realāraw, broken, and achingly human, even in a world of wolves and curses and fated mates. When I started writing this story, I knew exactly how it would end. Not because I wanted it to end that way, but because that's what the characters deserved. Adrian's death was never a punishmentāit was a completion. He spent twenty years running from his curse, hiding from himself, pushing everyone away because he was terrified of hurting them. In the end, he didn't die as a monster. He died as a man who had finally found something worth dying for. He died as a ma
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šŖ·ISORAšŖ· The journal trembled in my hands as I stared at the third page. The tears were already falling, blurring my vision, but I could still see it clearly. A two year old baby girl sitting on the steps of a house, her dark hair a mess of curls, her hazel eyes wide and innocent. The baby who had smiled at the beast. The baby who had made him shift back for the first time. The baby who had been me. My fingers shook as I turned the page. Another drawing. A girl in a plain gray dress, standing in his study, her eyes burning with hatred. The first day I had walked into his pack. The first day he had seen me. The day I had tried to kill him. I remembered that day so clearly, the way he had looked at me, the way he had asked me to look at him, the way the bond had snapped into place before I even knew what was happening. I turned the page again. Me in the bathroom, water dripping from my hair, my body wrapped in a towel. He had been watching me, drawing me, memorizing me. I had n
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šŖ·ISORAšŖ· The fire was still burning. I was sitting on the cold ground, my knees pulled to my chest, my eyes fixed on the flames that were consuming him. The rain had stopped hours ago, but the sky was still dark, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash and grief. I had been sitting here for hours, watching the fire burn, watching the flames lick at his body, watching the last traces of him disappear into the sky. My hands were numb from the cold, my face was raw from the tears, and my throat was raw from the screaming, but I could not move. I could not look away. I could not do anything except sit here and watch him burn. His face was still there, through the flames, through the smoke. I could see his eyes, his lips, the scar on his jaw. I could see the way he had looked at me when he said I love you. I could see the way his hand had fallen from my face. I could see the way the light had faded from his eyes. I reached for him, my hand stretching toward the fire, tow
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šŖ·ISORAšŖ· The healer's hands were still on Adrian's chest, his fingers pressed against the place where his heart should have been beating. I watched his face, watched the way his eyes darkened, watched the way his jaw tightened. "The wizard." The healer said, his voice low and urgent. "The tether was bound through him. Azrian used his magic. If the wizard dies, the bond might break." I did not wait to hear the rest. I was already on my feet, running toward the dungeon, my legs carrying me faster than I had ever moved. The rain was still falling, soaking through my clothes, mingling with the tears that were streaming down my face. I did not feel any of it. I could not feel anything except the hollow emptiness where the bond used to be. The absence of him was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My lungs burned and my legs screamed and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, but I did not stop. I will not let him die. I b
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šŖ·ISORAšŖ· I watched Adrian fall to his knees, and something inside me snapped. Kira had been pacing beneath my skin since the moment Azrian appeared at the gates, her fury building with every taunt, every laugh, every time my mate's blood spilled onto the stone. But when I saw Adrian stumble, when I saw him struggle to rise, when I saw his hand pressed against his side and the blood seeping through his fingers, I could not hold her back any longer. "You promised me his death." Kira's voice was a snarl in my head, raw and ancient and filled with years of grief. "You swore on our parents' ashes. Now take it." I did not think. I did not hesitate. I shifted with the speed of light, my bones cracking and reforming, my body surging forward before my mind could catch up. My white wolf was faster than anything I had ever known, a streak of silver and fury that crossed the distance between us in the span of a heartbeat. The ground blurred beneath my paws, and the wind roared in my ears, an
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