Thank you for reading This story took me places I didn't expect when I started writing it. It became something raw and unflinching, exploring themes that don't always have clean resolutions.If you made it through all 165 chapters and the epilogue, you've experienced something intense. I hope it re
I made my way to the border, following the path I'd taken with Ava when we'd fled. It felt like years ago instead of days. Everything had changed. Damon was dead. Susan was dead. Catherine was gone. The children were back.And I was free.At the tree line, I stopped and looked back one more time. Th
I looked at Ava. "One day at a time."Robin nodded. "Pack's doing better. People are starting to heal. Move forward." He paused. "It would only make sense for you to take your place back as Luna. The people would want that after everything that's happened."The suggestion felt heavy. I shook my head
"I'm going away," Hilda said suddenly.The words caught me off guard. I looked up sharply. "What?"She wasn't meeting my eyes anymore. "You're finally here. Ava doesn't need me anymore."I shook my head. "When Ava wakes up, she'll ask for you. What am I supposed to say?"Hilda's expression softened
EvelynIt had been a week since Mother was gone. A week since Damon's death. Since Susan's. The children were back, but some of them were still unconscious. Their bodies had suffered real damage and needed time to heal.Same thing for Ava.She was still unconscious.I pulled the chair closer to her
When the syringe was empty, I pulled it out and stepped back.Yrsa held her neck, glaring at me with pure hatred. "Þú veist ekki hvað þú hefur gert! Þú hefur drepið okkur bæði!" ("You don't know what you've done! You've killed us both!")She continued cursing, hurling every insult she could think of