LOGINDear 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 m
šŖ·ISORAšŖ· Six months had passed since the fire, and I was still standing. The pack had found its rhythm again. The warriors trained in the courtyard, their swords clashing and their voices calling out commands. The servants moved through the halls, their footsteps soft on the stone, their hands busy with their tasks. The children played in the gardens, their laughter echoing off the walls like a song that had been missing for too long. Life had not stopped. It had simply continued, the way it always did, the way it always would. Garrick had stepped into the role of acting Alpha with a steadiness that I admired, his presence filling the spaces that Adrian had left behind. He had not tried to replace him. He had simply held the pack together, the way Adrian would have wanted. Olivine had become his anchor, her green eyes always finding him across the room, her hand always reaching for his when she thought no one was looking. I watched them sometimes, the way they moved around ea
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
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
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
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
šŖ·ISORAšŖ·I ran out of the room with my heart literally in my mouth, scared to my bones in a way that I had not been since the night Nightfall burned.My legs were shaking and my hands were shaking and my whole body was trembling as I flew down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold st
šŗADRIANšŗNow this was the Isora I had been waiting for.I had been waiting for my wildflower to go wild and she had finally gone feral.The hunger in her eyes when she talked about killing Asher, the flat coldness in her voice when she said she wanted him dead slowly, the way her hands had stoppe
šŖ·ISORAšŖ·"Why would your brother start a war over me?" I asked, and my voice came out smaller than I wanted it to, almost fragile, like the wrong word might shatter me. "I am nobody. I have no pack and no title and no power. I am just a servant who came here toā" I stopped myself before I said the
šŖ·ISORAšŖ·Asher's eyes went wide when he saw me standing in the middle of his room, and I watched his gaze flick to the drawer where I had shoved the letters back into place before straightening up. It was quick, barely a second, but I caught it because I was looking for it, because now I knew what







