King of my heart

Where the Heart Settles

This story has come to an end, and like always, ending a story is bittersweet but also an accomplishment. It's a mix of emotions—saying goodbye to the characters and world we've shared, but also feeling proud of the journey we've taken together.

I just want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for sticking with this story, even when it seemed like it might never find its way to a proper continuation. There were times when I almost let it go entirely—when the groove, the spark, felt out of reach, and I wasn't sure if I could do justice to everything we've built here.

But your patience, your encouragement, and your quiet belief in this story reminded me why I started this journey in the first place. Finding the rhythm again wasn't easy, but I'm so grateful I did. It's been an incredible experience rediscovering the heart of this tale, and I truly hope the ending resonates with you as much as it did for me while bringing it to life.

Thank you for believing in this story, for giving it the space to breathe and grow, and for welcoming it back when it finally returned. You all mean the world to me, and I'm beyond thankful for every moment you spent here. I hope this journey has brought you as much joy, reflection, and excitement as it brought me to write.

Here's to the end of this chapter and the stories yet to come. Thank you for everything. ❤️

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The Abnormal Pack gathers in a quiet meadow away from the battlefield, the remnants of the recent chaos barely visible on the horizon. Sunlight spills gently over them, illuminating the scene with a serene warmth that feels worlds away from the violence they had just faced. The atmosphere is light, voices buzzing with laughter and relief as the Pack revels in the hard-won victory. Clara bounds through the crowd, singing a silly song at the top of her lungs, while Alice rolls his eyes, though a fond smile tugs at his lips as he watches her antics.

Jazz and Lied lean against a large boulder nearby, exchanging grins as they pass around a bottle of celebratory sparkling juice that they've managed to swipe from Sullivan's storeroom. Kerori laughs softly as she sips from her own cup, the glow of relief visible in her eyes as she listens to the others swap exaggerated versions of their exploits.

But a little ways off, away from the laughter and noise, Sabnock stands by himself. His shoulders are tense, his gaze distant as he stares at the ground, lost in thought. The grin he usually wears, so quick to show pride and confidence, is absent, replaced by an expression that's hard and somber.

Iruma notices him, his own laughter fading as he watches his friend standing there alone. He sets down his cup and quietly steps away from the group, weaving his way over to where Sabnock stands. His footsteps are soft on the grass, and for a moment he hesitates, feeling the weight of what he's about to say.

"Sabro," Iruma calls gently, stopping just a step behind him. Sabnock tenses slightly but doesn't turn, his shoulders still rigid, his gaze locked on some point in the distance.

Iruma doesn't push; he waits, giving Sabnock the space he needs. Finally, Sabnock lets out a slow breath, his voice gruff when he speaks. "I... I didn't expect to feel anything," he mutters, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "After everything Baal did, after the lives he ruined... I thought I'd feel nothing but relief. But..." His voice trails off, his jaw tight, frustration and confusion flickering across his face.

Iruma steps closer, placing a gentle hand on Sabnock's shoulder. "It's okay, Sabro," he says quietly, his voice filled with an understanding warmth. "You don't have to feel just one way about it. Baal did terrible things, and he hurt a lot of people. But he was also your uncle—someone who was a part of your life, who once meant something to you."