Hi.
I know you were hoping for an update, but unfortunately this is not it.
I came to confess something to you. The last year and a half was a very rough period for me, these last two months the toughest of them all.
I tried many times to find the right words for Lara's journey, but they didn't come. My mind was running a marathon while my body didn't follow, my mental health at its lowest point ever.
But in these months I wrote something. Not about warriors and werewolves, but about myself. About the darkest part of myself I was scared to reach out to. It came out in poems. At least, I call them poems.
I just published them on my profile. The collection is called "Words from the Afterglow".
I want to thank everyone who kept reading, liking, commenting. I've seen you all. And I love you.
I promise you that I'll try my best to carry on Lara's story as soon as possible.
And to everyone who is struggling right now, you are entitled to feel like that. Listen to your body, to your needs, to your mind. Put yourself first. Mental health matters. For whoever who wants to share or talk, my dms are open.
Thank you.
I love you all
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Silverblood
Hombres LoboI turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose. "Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
