🖤AUTHOR’S NOTE🖤

Dear Ink lovers🌸💞

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 ending—only a truthful one.

This book was never meant to be soft.

It was never meant to be safe.

It was meant to feel real—raw, 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 punishment—it 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 man who had finally found peace.

And Isora? She survived.

Not because she was stronger than him. Not because she loved him less. But because he gave her something to live for. A home. A pack. A future. A child. He gave her back everything she had lost, and then he gave her something more—permission to keep living even when he was gone.

"You have something worth living for."

That was his gift to her. And she carried it all the way to the end.

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This story was about revenge at first. Then it became about redemption. Then it became about survival. And finally, it became about legacy.

Because that's what love is, isn't it? Not just holding on. It's passing something forward. It's building something that will outlast you.

Adrian rebuilt Nightfall for Isora. He didn't just give her back her home—he gave her back her history, her people, her identity. He gave her the future she thought she had lost.

And in return, she carried him forward. In her heart. In her child. In the way she kept living.

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I know this ending won't be for everyone. Some of you wanted Adrian to survive. Some of you wanted a grand resurrection, a magical loophole, a way for them to have their happily-ever-after.

But that wasn't this story.

This was a story about two broken people who found each other in the middle of their own ruins, and who held on tight enough to change each other forever. The love didn't disappear when Adrian died. It just became something else. Something quieter. Something that would last longer.

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Thank you for reading.

Thank you for staying with Isora when she was lost, when she was angry, when she was grieving. Thank you for staying with Adrian when he was cold, when he was broken, when he was trying so hard to be something he didn't believe he could be.

Thank you for trusting me with your emotions. That is not something I take lightly.

If you’re crying right now, you’re not alone. I cried too.

If you’re angry, I understand.

If you’re already thinking about Book Two—good.

Because while Adrian and Isora’s journey has reached its end, their legacy has only just begun.

There is still another story waiting to be told.

A story born from everything they fought for.

A story carried in the blood of a child who has yet to understand the weight of the name he carries.

And trust me…

His story will be worth the wait.

But that’s a story for another time.

For now—sleep well, my dark little wolves.

And remember:

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is keep living.🖤

With all my love.

LIA’S INK 💜