Why Was Fin Written Out Of The Walking Dead?

Ivy Doreen was once marked by her mate, Alpha Remington Silvan—a bond she thought unbreakable. But when her wolf never surfaced and his council pressured him to choose a “stronger” Luna, Remington did the unthinkable: he broke the bond and allowed her to walk away. Years later, Ivy returns to the pack as a different woman. Her wolf has awakened, her power is undeniable and she’s no longer the girl who cried when her mate turned his back on her. But fate doesn’t care about their past. When they cross paths again, the mate bond reignites—stronger than before. Something powerful stirs between them, a rare second chance that only few are granted. But second chances come with a price.

Eight years ago, I was transported into this post-apocalyptic power fantasy novel as the same-named expendable nobody. I had the ability to create a large-scale radiation shield that could block zombies. I was the only S-Rank ability user in the entire colony. But because my younger brother, Samuel Grant, failed to awaken his ability, my only purpose became providing him with "upgrade materials." I tried to fight against the story and refused to hand over my crystal core. But the story's inertia twisted everyone's minds. My parents accused me of working with the Zombie King just so they could forcefully transplant my crystal core into Samuel. My ex-wife, Chloe Carter, went even further. While I was unconscious, she personally cut open my chest and took half of my crystal core. I survived. But my spine was severely damaged. My ability circuits were destroyed. I became a cripple who could never stand again. After I was released from prison, I could only work at a chemical protection laundry plant on the outer edge of the colony. Then, a mutant zombie horde carrying extreme radiation surrounded the colony. The old shield generator was burned out by the radiation. Suddenly, my entire family knelt in the dirty wastewater and begged me. "Ethan, you're the only one who can manually guide the remaining power in your ability to repair the shield! You have to save Samuel! He's still fighting on the front lines!" Sitting in my wheelchair, I pointed at the eight-inch scar across my chest. Then I pointed at my withered legs. "The crystal core is inside Samuel's body. My broken spine is buried in the mud under your feet. I can't even stand anymore. And you want me to go into the radiation zone? Are you hoping to watch me die?"

Since I was little, I've had the ability to see the Grim Reaper. After seeing the Reaper trailing behind my grandfather, my father, and my mother right before each of them passed away, my three older brothers concluded that I was a jinx. I was the one who brought disaster upon the family. From then on, I became the invisible one in the house. My oldest brother, Kieran, the Alpha, was too busy managing the pack to ever pay attention to me. My second brother, Rhys, was a gentle healer. But when I told him my stomach hurt, he just gave me a cold smile. "What does that have to do with me? As long as you don't bring us bad luck, I don't care." My third brother, Declan, was the pack's fiercest Gamma warrior. Whenever I got close, he’d clench his fists and warn me to stay the hell away from him. As for my younger sister, Chloe, they held her in the palms of their hands, treating her like a precious treasure. They called her their lucky star, because ever since she was born, everything in the family had gone perfectly.But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? I was ignored for over a decade. Until the day of my eighteenth birthday, when the Grim Reaper stood by my bed. He told me he would come to take me away in three days. I wasn't sad. I just thought, this time, they’ll finally be happy, right? But on the day I actually died, the three of them cried.

At the pack's coming-of-age trial, my son, Dorian Terrell, earns a top-tier wolf evaluation, breaking a decade-long pack record. As the Alpha, my mate, Brad Terrell, is beside himself with joy and immediately talks about setting Dorian up as a sparring partner for his first love's son, Finlyn Graham. But the moment Brad hears the speech Dorian prepared for the award ceremony, his smile freezes. The speech centers on Brad, but it is anything but grateful. Dorian wrote, "On the day I came of age, my body shattered from the pain of my first forced shift, while he stayed on the phone, patiently guiding his first love's son on how to harness that power. "He spoke all night while I screamed in agony, and not once did he look back. During this trial, I ran into a pack of frenzied leopards and sent out a bloodline distress call. But he severed the link, leaving me to fight for my life. "All because his first love's son broke down during his own trial, and he had to rush off to soothe him. He is no longer my father. From this day on, he is only the pack's Alpha." Brad slams his hand onto the table, shattering the crystal glass in rage. "I'm the Alpha of this entire pack! Protecting every pup is my duty! Finlyn is gifted. It'd be a tragedy if he failed his trial over an emotional breakdown! You made it out alive anyway, so do you really need to humiliate me like this at the ceremony?" Dorian looks at him calmly, the deep reverence in his eyes entirely gone. "You're right. So, Alpha Brad, just go and protect your delicate genius."

The entire world froze. Overnight, the city plunged to –40 °F. Yet, in the middle of this frozen apocalypse, my mother, my sister and her son moved into the home I bought for my marriage. Even my own husband took my sister’s side. They threw me out into the freezing cold to scavenge for supplies. I came back frozen half to death, and they had not even saved me a bowl of warm soup. Then, my sister shoved me straight off the fifth-floor landing. In that bitter cold, my body hit the ground and shattered like glass. When I woke again, I found myself back in the week before the apocalypse struck. This time, I resolved to cut them all off. I would make every last one of them pay.

During a zombie-extermination mission, I end up getting infected with the zombie virus for the sake of protecting my squad. But Emilia Campbell, the team captain as well as my girlfriend, decides to give the only antidote to another team member, who has secretly run away from the squad, only to get infected. Her excuse is that she should avoid being partial. With red-rimmed eyes, she promises me, "Trust me, Zack. I'll definitely find another antidote for you during the three-day incubation period of the virus." I can only nod in response while enduring the scorching pain flaring from my body. On the second day, Emilia actually returns with an antidote. But the second she's about to inject it into my bloodstream, Dustin Nott, a member who has never left the campsite, suddenly frowns. "My head hurts so much, Em… What if I'm already infected with the virus?" Emilia doesn't hesitate to pass the antidote to Dustin in front of everyone else. "Dustin is a part of the team as well. It's my fault as the captain for not taking care of the squad if anything happens to him. "Zack, you're the vice leader as well as my boyfriend. I must be impartial." That's when I notice the smugness crossing Dustin's eyes as well as Emilia's righteous expression. Fury bubbles within me at that moment. She must be impartial, huh? Fine. Emilia will soon understand that the squad would never have survived to this point without me. After all, I'm a perfect evolved specimen—a human being that only has a 0.1% chance of overcoming the zombie virus and evolving into a powerhouse in this apocalypse.