The world does not always change with war. Sometimes, it changes with time.
With breath. With hope. With a turning page.
Tonight, there is no prophecy. No Bloodmoon. No war drums. No shadows rising. No alphas fighting fate.
Just a quiet moment.
A pause in the storm.
A breath between chapters.
To everyone reading this story…
To every reader who followed Evelyn's journey from fear to fire. To every heart that stood with Ronan through loyalty, loss, and love. To everyone who believed in this world, these characters, this bond—
Happy New Year. 🤍✨
May this new year bring you:
--strength when life feels heavy,
--courage when fear feels loud,
--peace when chaos surrounds you,
--love that feels safe,
--dreams that feel possible,
--and a future that feels worth fighting for.
Just like Evelyn learned—
You are more than what tries to claim you. More than what tries to define you. More than what tries to limit you.
You are becoming. You are growing. You are powerful in ways you don't even see yet.
This story continues. The war is coming. The prophecy is unfolding. The Shadowborn is rising.
But tonight?
We rest. We breathe. We step into a new year together.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing. Thank you for being here.
✨ Happy New Year, Shadowborns. ✨
The story isn't over yet. 🖤