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CHAPTER 76
THE FINAL CHAPTER

I could barely breathe.

Every step that we're dragged outside feels like another dagger into my chest, it makes my legs weak and my eyes water, my heart threatening to lurch from behind my ribcage.

The tape across my mouth doesn't help either.

Kristie is dragged behind me, Luke holding her with her arms tied behind her back. The rope around my own wrist burns my skin as I try to loosen it, the sharp pain minimal in comparison to the dread that is filling me.

As we come around the corner from the building I stumble onto the grass, the sounds from my throat like sobs as I try to push the figure holding me out of the way.

I had to stop this.

"Stop struggling," Matt hisses in my ear as he twists his hands, causing the rope to dig in further as he yanks me into him, eyes like ice, "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Anna."

"Her name is Elle."

At the sound of his voice, everything goes quiet, my body goes still. It's like the words are a breath of air into my lungs and knowing he's close lets me breathe again. It stops the world from crumbling around me.

He's standing across the field, his steps strong as he makes his way towards us, hands clenched into fists at his side. As soon as I see him all the ideas in my head, all of the questions and conspiracies, they all die. Seeing him makes me realise how stupid Cam's accusations were, how crazy it is to think that the feelings I have for this man were anything less than pure love and adoration. There was no spells or powers, no persuasion or control - he is mine and I am his.

Always.

My moment of happiness quickly falls when my mind quickly puts two and two together; his human form only wearing a pair of shorts and the empty space behind him.

He's alone.

And vulnerable.

When his eyes find mine I see his face morphe, his eyes roaming over my tear-streaked cheeks and my knees that are grazed from hitting the ground so many times. By the time he makes his way back to my eyes, he looks both furious and distraught.

"Are you okay," he says softly, his voice floating across the space between us while ignoring Matt's scoff of disapproval and his mocking voice. I nod in response, my heart fluttering when the creases between his brows seems to dwindle a little in relief.

God, I wish he could hear me.

"So nice of you to join us," Matt muses, his nose brushing against my hair, "I was starting to think you were going to miss all the fun."

I hold in the whimper that threatens to bubble in mouth, my determination to be strong washing over me.

I need to stand my ground, I couldn't let Trent see how scared I really was - he couldn't give in to Matt.

"How could I miss it?" Trent growls, his voice lower than I've ever heard before, "Then there wouldn't be anyone here to kill you."

Matt stops his chuckling to peer down at me, his expression full of arrogance but I can also see a flicker of fear as he clears his throat.

He knew Trent could kill him.

"It's interesting that you're acting so confident when you're here on your own and I'm holding the girl you're meant to be in love with," Matt sneers, a twinkle in his eyes as he smirks back at Carter who steps up beside us, "It's almost like... you're not alone."

With his words, I see Trent's jaw grit, a sure sign that Matt is right but he's trying to cover it up.

He wasn't alone, was he?

That's when I feel it. Through the panic and fear that's flowing through me, the ringing in my ears and the burning in my lungs, I feel it.

Like a prickling on the back of my neck or a breeze from the forest, it beckons me to stare at its origin.

And then I see it.

A flicker to the right of us, a tiny movement in the trees - barely visible.

Fur.

A wolf.

My gaze swings back around to Trent, my eyes widening, trying to ask him the questions that are filling my head - the warning that I want to scream at him.

How many of them were there? Who was it? Could they overpower Matt?

Were we going to get out of this alive?

Trent tries to keep his face neutral, his eyes glowing as he stares at me wordlessly.

Now I kind of wish I had been marked.

That's when I hear the scuffle breaking out from behind us.

Kristie.

Her body turns as she kicks her leg out at Luke's knee, pushing it back the wrong way as he cries out and falls forward, his grip on her gone as she manages to stumble a few steps into freedom.

I knew she was trying to distract them, to give us a chance to escape.

But as there's a split second of hope, Luke seems to get over the pain in his leg and he takes Kristie down with one lunge, the two of them hitting the ground with a resounding crack that echoes.

She lets out a muffled cry of pain.

It's then that the wolf bursts from the trees, his howl like a battle cry as he charges towards my struggling best friend and her screams of help.

I know who it is immediately.

Cole.

For a brief second, I imagine him getting to her, knocking Luke clean onto his back and getting her to safety. I can see Trent taking the moment of distraction to fly at us, to overpower Matt and knock out Carter.

To get everyone to safety.

But before Cole can so much as let out another howl, Carter moves from beside me, pulling something out from behind his back. Without any warning, he steps out in front of us, his body turned to face Cole and his oncoming attack and he launches it from his grip, his aim terrifyingly accurate and powerful.

I don't even see it soar through the air, I just see it hit Cole's chest.

And I hear the impact.

As it buries himself into his fur, making the creature stumble and fall to the ground, an agonising wail comes from his muzzle and he collapses, body convulsing.

Kristie's muffled screams create the soundtrack to the moment, along with Carter's self-rewarding laughter.

I'm frozen in shock.

"Oh, shut up!" Matt screams back to Kristie, my own blood curling at the tone of his voice, "He's not dead, you idiot. It's just paralysed him for a couple of minutes."

If it wasn't for the tape across my mouth, I think I would have vomited.

Momentarily, the idea of Matt lying invades my thoughts, after all, he could just be bluffing. But when I see Cole's body change, the fur retracting and turning into skin, I know he's telling the truth.

Which was even more terrifying.

That meant that he knew Trent was going to agree to his terms.

I see Kristie's expression change from confused to shock, watching as the boy that she sat beside in English appear where the wolf previously was. She blinks a few times as if trying to commit it to memory and to make sure that she isn't imagining things, but when he fully changes and lies there, eyes squeezed in pain and his body frozen, I know she believes everything I've told her.

And the fight in her seems to die too - Luke drags her over and throws her at our feet, his sadistic grin twitching as he rubs his bad leg.

I hope it gets ripped off.

I can see that Trent wants to get to Cole - to make sure that he's alive, to check that another person in his life hasn't died while he was safe. But he doesn't, instead his jaw clenches and he turns to look at Matt, an acceptance in his features that causes a chill to go up my spine.

No.

"What do you want?" Trent seethes, voice steady but barely holding.

"Now that," Matt grins, flashing his perfect white teeth, "That is the million-dollar question."

He pretends to think about it for a second and I realise that he's enjoying this.

I hate him.

"I want money, a career. I want a good house and a wife waiting for me at home who doesn't disobey me or leave me for another man." Matt's fingernails dig into my scalp as he says the last bit, pulling my head back so that I can see the vile look in his eyes and feel his spit hit my cheeks, "But from you, Alpha, I want you to pay for everything you took from me."

Matt's lips press into the side temple and my chest heaves with the sobs that are building, my fingers tingling as I squeeze them, trying to not let the tears fall.

"I didn't take anything from you," Trent replies, his voice tight, "She's not an object and you didn't deserve her in the first place."

Matt tuts and pulls my head back furthur, the pain causing me to cry out and I see Trent step forward, arms beginning to raise as if he was going to attack.

"Ah, Ah!" Matt laughs, bringing the blade of the dagger up to my neck where the cold steel of it presses in, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. This isn't for show."

Trent stops, brow furrowing at the weapon in Matt's hands and the way that it rests on me, threatening to end my life at any moment.

"Just let her go," Trent chokes out, almost like he's begging, "You've done enough to her, just let her go and we'll settle this between us."

No.

I can see Matt's look of triumph, the way he quickly glances at Carter and his lips lift in a slight smirk. This was exactly what he wanted, he wanted Trent vulnerable.

My head begins to shake and I try to reach out to Trent, to warn him of what Matt was holding and the real power that was in it.

But Matt quickly sees my frantic expression and pulls the blade away from me, quickly replacing it with his fist that flies into my chest and throws me to the ground, my head spinning as it hits the floor.

"Stop!" Trent roars and it feels as though even the air shakes with the anger in him, "I'll do whatever you want just... just stop."

Catching my breath is increasingly difficult considering I still can't breathe from my mouth and the ringing in my ears only seems to grow with Trent's resigned tone.

No.

Matt crouches down to look at me, his fingers pinching my chin as he raises it to point towards Trent and his shaking figure.

"Get a good look, Annabelle," he whispers in my ear, his venomous tone so quiet that it's like a nightmare from my head, "Because you're about to watch your Alpha die."

With a grunt, he shoves my face back to the ground, my chin knocking and causing an ache to spread over my face, making my already sore body even worse.

Matt whistles at Carter who moves over and stands beside Kristie and I's crumpled bodies, his grin of delight making my stomach coil in disgust as he presses his hands down, holding us in place.

Kristie looks to me with tear-filled eyes, asking me what we can do, waiting for me to come up with a plan or see some way for us to get out of this.

But I don't.

Matt strolls forward, the blade swinging between his hands lazily as if he was taking a pleasant walk down at the beach, without a care in the world.

I suppose with the blue sky and green grass it could seem like that; a serene day and not someone's funeral.

Trent walks forward, his eyes watching Matt and the weapon he holds and I can see his eyes flickering to the sides of the forest, where there's no doubt more people waiting.

Watching.

But I know he's telling them not to attack.

Because of me.

I had to get out of these ropes.

Trent stops a few steps away from Matt, his huge body seeming to dwarf it and for a moment I have the hope that he can defeat him, that he is strong enough to foil Matt's plan and leave victorious.

But he doesn't know that there's wolfsbane in the blade.

He doesn't realise that with one good hit, he'll be dead before he knows it.

"You know, she's really not worth it," Matt hums and I can picture his revolting expression as I stare at his back, trying to suppress my emotions.

Trent seems to ignore his words, his eyes looking to me and my shaking body as I struggle to climb to my knees, the tears streaming at a rate that I can't stop them even if I wanted to.

"Yes, she is," he murmurs in reply, his lips softly tilting into a smile that seems to make everything else blur in the background, "She's worth everything."

Even in the most terrifying moment of my life, with just a perfect smile and those golden eyes shining at me, he could make everything feel okay.

I couldn't let him die.

Matt begins to speak, his voice loud and exaggerated as though he's doing a presentation and when he motions into the forest I realise that he knows.

He knows that the others are at the sidelines waiting.

"I've been told that you're meant to be one of the most unbeatable creatures in history," he says dramatically, his attention taken up by his own self-obsession, "I disagree. I think that you're one of the most pathetic. Who in their right mind would give their life up for a girl that they've known for a few months."

There's a pause.

"And trust me, she's not even that good in bed."

In a blink, Trent is growling. His nostrils flare as he steps menacingly forward, his body begin to shake with fury, his mind no doubt going to the nightmares that I revealed to him and the things Matt used to do to me.

Matt steps back, his laughter mocking as he continues to agitate Trent and realisation dawns on me when I begin to see Trent's muscles twitching and his eyes turning dark.

This is what Matt wants. He wants him to lose control and attack.

I needed to stop him.

From behind me, I feel the ropes loosen around my wrists, the slight give enough that I can probably slide my hand out from it.

This was it.

I look to Kristie, praying that my eyes are telling her what I'm trying to say, that she can see my plan and what I need her to do.

She glances down to my hands and when she looks back up her eyes are wide and have their spark back.

Of course, I should have known that she would understand - she's my best friend after all.

With a sharp but subtle nod of her head she moves; her legs pushing and her body propelling so that she hits Carter and knocks him off balance, his hands coming up and off of us, releasing me from under his hold.

Without a moment of hesitation, I sprint.

My legs buckle slightly when I first rise and I stumble forward, yanking my hand and ignoring the excruciating pain that etches across my skin at the friction of it sliding out from under the brittle rope.

And then they're free.

They're not very far from me but it feels like an ocean is between us as I run.

Everything seems to slow, like someone has pressed a button and made this scene drag out. Maybe that way my heart would sound almost normal and not as though a hummingbird had taken up a home in it.

I lift my hands and rip off the tape from my lips, ignoring the fire that erupts across my skin. I take a deep breath, allowing the air to finally grace my lungs after having been deprived of it for so long.

"Trent!" I scream, words scratching, reaching for him, "Trent!"

His gaze moves from Matt to me, his eyes lighting up when he sees that I'm free and running towards him, but it quickly changes to confusion when he sees my expression.

I couldn't lose him. I didn't care that he said he would die for me or that he was willing to do that because I wasn't ready to let him go. I couldn't let him go.

I couldn't imagine my life without him.

I couldn't picture walking into school and not having him by my side.

I couldn't see myself laughing with my friends without his arm around me.

I couldn't imagine growing old with anyone else but him.

I can't live without him.

I love him.

He's my mate.

And the pack wouldn't survive without him.

Matt doesn't turn to look at me but I can see his ears twitch, his arms pulling back to lift the dagger in response.

No.

"Elle!" Trent calls, his hand holding out to stop me, "Don't-"

I throw my whole body into Matt, my arms circling around his waist as I shove him to the side, our legs knocking against one another as we stumble.

There's a few steps and then we stop.

The world seems to stop.

I see the faces of the people behind Matt, their shocked expressions and wide eyes.

I hear the silence around us and the breath that I try to take that shudders through me.

Slowly, I pull back, Matt's face coming into view.

I'd stopped him.

The smile stretches across my face, my heart hammering with joy as his confused eyes look over me.

"Elle, what-" his eyebrows pull together as his hand lands on my waist, pushing himself away from me as he takes a step back, "Elle-"

That's when I see what he's staring at, his face turning a pale wash of white as I look down to whatever has his attention.

Oh.

My legs wobble as my hands grab onto the handle of the dagger, the rest of it out of sight...

Because it's embedded in my stomach.

Matt and I stare at each other for a second, his eyes glistening with something that I could call tears but that would be crazy.

He couldn't be crying over me... could he?

"Anna, I didn't mean to-" Matt's voice shakes so much that his words are barely recognisable,  "You weren't meant to- I didn't mean to-"

"I was never yours, Matt," I state, my words cutting him off and causing him to look at me in shock, "I'd rather die than be forced to be with you."

His momentary feelings of pain and shock seem to disappear at my words, the real anger and venom seeping into his features as his lip curls and he steps forward, spit flying with every syllable.

It's like he's done so many times before- the intent to harm, to injure. The feelings of anger that he seemed to never get a hold on overflowing and aimed straight for me.

"You fucking bitch, Anna-"

But this time there's someone there to stop him.

Quicker than I can believe, he appears behind Matt, his hands around his neck and twisting before the blonde boy even has the chance to finish his sentence.

"Her name is Elle and she's my Luna."

There's a cracking sound followed by a snap.

And then I watch as the crumpled body of the first boy that I ever thought I loved falls to the floor, his shining, blue eyes wide and vacant.

Relief floods me when I see who it is, their familiar dimples face making me let out a bark of laughter in happiness.

"Cole, you're okay," I gasp before recoiling in pain, pulling back my arm that was stretched out to him.

"Elle, what-"

There's a scream.

"Kristie," I order, "Help Kristie."

Cole's frantic glance goes from me to my shoulder where I can feel Trent, and with a firm nod he takes off in the direction of my best friend who is still struggling with Carter.

I turn my head over my shoulder to look at Trent. He's standing behind me, like a stone statue, his mouth hanging open and his hands reaching out to me as if he'd gone to grab me but had been too slow.

"Trent-" I manage to get out, the words beginning to bubble in my throat as my mind turns hazy and I stumble, heels clicking against each other as I fall.

But he's there to catch me with arms that feel like home.

"Elle?" Trent whispers, jaw shaking as his hands flutter around me like they're trying to figure out what to do, "Dorogaya, why would you do that?"

"You came for me," I whisper, warmth spreading through me, "You came to rescue me."

"And I always will," he replies without a breath and a light puff of laughter manages to break through my pained agony.

"Elle, we have to get you to a hospital," Trent urges, his body moving as he begins to try and get me to stand.

I nod my head and begin to try, even though I want to curl up in a ball and stay still, but when I try to follow his movements, I can't.

It's like my body has lost all function.

"T-Trent," I stutter out, making him look at me in panic as fear creeps into me, "I can't move my legs."

I hear the panting breath of my best friend before she reaches us, her shouts of my name accompanying her heavy footsteps and she comes skidding to a halt beside us.

When she sees the blade sticking out of my body, she falls to her knees, her head beginning to shake.

"I didn't know you were going to do that, you idiot! If I had known I wouldn't have helped you I would have-"

"Kristie," I interrupt, stopping any notions of guilt, "I had to."

"We need to get her to a hospital, she can't feel her legs," Trent rushes out, his words almost falling over one another, "Get your car keys."

Kristie nods quickly and presses a kiss to my forehead before she jumps to her feet, running in the direction of the house.

Meanwhile, Luke seems to be making a run for it.

"Don't worry, he won't get far," Trent growls in my ear and before I can even take a breath, I see a pool of wolves break through the trees, their sights set on the limping boy.

As they reach him, his screams of terror and pleading howls flood my ears and I have to turn my head away, not wanting to see what happens.

After a moment, it stops and I allow my eyes to open again.

I can't believe he came for me.

I can see that Trent's mind is working a mile a minute, he's looking around the field and checking in on his pack while also fumbling around my wound and the weapon sticking out of it, his hands shaking more and more with every second.

"You'll be fine," he whispers and I'm not quite sure if it's to himself or to me, "it's a small wound, it can be fixed."

His voice is hoarse as if he's already been crying and as he looks down at me, I see the tears beginning to fall from his eyes.

As I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, the blood reflects in them.

"Trent," I mumble, my body beginning to tingle, "I couldn't live without you."

"And I can't live without you," he responds fiercely, his lips pressing to my own with such an intensity that it's the only thing I feel over my entire being. When he pulls back, his hand threads itself into my hair and he holds his forehead to mine.

"Elle, I-"

"What's happened, why isn't she already on her way to a hospital?" Scarlette appears above us, her accusing tone almost making me laugh as she kneels beside me, her hand squeezing mine, "If anyone ever wants to see what a real Luna looks like, that was it. You're incredible."

My heart almost explodes at her kind words.

I open my mouth to respond with a joke, a comment about how I managed to take him down while a pack of werewolves couldn't, but they seems to catch in my throat.

Actually, everything seems to catch in my throat.

Including my breath.

Trent's concerned face is immediately above me and I reach up to him, trying to tell him what's happening to my body, but nothing comes out.

"Elle?" He asks frantically, looking to Scarlette for help, "What's happening?"

Scarlette shakes her head, her voice an octave higher as usual as she peels back my top to look at the wound, "I don't know, I don't-"

She stops when my skin comes into view.

Trent notices her pause at the same time I do and we both look to her, trying to see what it is she sees.

They look like veins.

Like in the blade.

Like poison.

"Elle, what is this?" Scarlette whispers, her hands beginning to shake, "This looks like-"

"Wolfsbane," Kristie answers, standing to the side of us with Cole's arm wrapped around her waist, hugging her close, "That's what Matt said it was."

I don't understand, why was my body reacting to it like this? Did it poison everyone and not just wolves? Or had Matt got it wrong, was this even wolfsbane?

From the looks between the supernatural creatures in the group, whatever it meant wasn't good.

"Wolfsbane?" Trent repeats and all I want to do is reach out and rub the frown line on his face away as he looks at me, "That's what you were trying to tell me."

I manage to nod my head slightly, the strain making its way up my neck and I feel my eyes widen in panic as I try to grab onto Trents hand but my wrist barely registers the order.

What was happening to me?

"If it's Wolfsbane then it shouldn't poisoning her," Scarlette mutters, her words becoming more stressed, "but whatever it is, it's on the weapon and it's still inside of her!"

They all begin to argue with each other over whether they should take it out or not, their voices overlapping into a buzz of noise that I can't quite make out.

But it's almost comforting.

I'm glad that they never change.

My gaze drifts to the sky, the numbness that's taken over my body now more relaxing than terrifying, and as I watch a single bird fly over the sky and into the distance, an almost air of relief soothes me.

I feel like I'm floating.

Through the fog Trent's voice breaks through again, calling my name and pulling my attention back to him, although I can barely move anything but my eyes now.

"Elle, we're going to pull it out of you, okay? Just stay calm and breathe."

That was becoming increasingly more difficult.

Above me they count to three before yanking the dagger from my body, the feeling of it leaving me nothing more than plucking a hair from my eyebrow.

Was it not meant to hurt more than that?

Scarlette holds the blade between them, her eyes narrowing at the details and grooves along it. When her finger touches a spot that not only has blood on it, but a slight tingle of yellow, she recoils, hissing in pain.

Everyone freezes.

"It is Wolfsbane."

Her words strike something inside of me.

A forgotten memory.

A dream.

The image of the woman from before, her face blank but hand stretched out towards me, beckoning me to come to her.

Calling to me.

I was dying, wasn't I?

A kind of acceptance begins to flow through my veins.

"But that doesn't make any sense," Trent growls, his voice rising as his hand slams down to the ground beside me, "Elle isn't a werewolf, it shouldn't affect her, it can't-"

He stops talking when he feels it - my finger managing to just move enough that it gently lies on top of his own.

Curling around it.

This was enough.

He looks down at our linked pinkies for a second, his mind ticking before it shoots back up to my face.

A horrid realisation dawning on it.

"Elle?" He asks, his voice shaking as he puts his hands to either side of my face, tears beginning to pour, "Elle, look at me, Elle."

"What's happening?" Kristie cries, collapsing at my feet as she wraps her jacket around her hand, pressing it into my stomach, "why aren't you doing anything!"

Scarlette's mouth stays hanging open, her gaze slowly moving up my body until it reaches my paling face, "Because I can't... it's killing her."

"No, that can't be right," she mumbles erratically, her head shaking with every word, "that's not right, that's not-"

She stops and looks up at me, her lip quivering when she sees my eyes and all the words I'm trying to say to her in them.

It remind me of when we were kids and used to try and read each other's minds.

How I wish we'd learnt to do it.

"Elle, look at me," Trent orders as his hand slips under my head, trying to lift it, "just hang on, I'm going to fix this, I'm going to-"

He looks around the rest of the group before his eyes squeeze shut, his head shaking with denial.

"No," he says, the refusal clear in his tone, "no you can't- you can't leave me, I can't-"

I want to tell him how he's changed my life.

I want to share all the moments that made me feel again, that made me happy again... that made me love again.

I want to explain to him that a life without him just wasn't a possibility for me, that without him I would have been in a world where I was hurt and abused, where I never knew what real love was.

I want to tell him how he saved me and now it was my turn to save him.

But I can't.

My mouth won't let me and my eyes can't convey all the things I want them to.

Now I really wish I'd let him mark me.

"Mi Vida, I love you," he mumbles to me, his tears dripping into my cheeks but I can barely feel them, "I won't let you leave me."

Yes, I want to say, refuse to let me leave you - that's my adorable mate.

I wish I could say it back, tell him that I love him one last time. That I was okay with this if it meant that he was safe.

That the pack was safe.

But they die in my throat, the Wolfsbane not only stopping my heart but also Trent's as I struggle to take another breath.

The clouds above are light and fluffy, like cotton candy.

I want to point it out to him and laugh.

You used to think that cotton candy grew on trees, Trent Night.

But they begin to change, to blend into one another in a bubble of colours that slowly turn to gray, the light in the world sucked out of them.

I can feel their hands on me, their frantic voices in my ears and it's almost like I can see them all from above, trying to help me, to save me.

But they can't.

I can feel it.

As my eyes flutter closed I get one last glimpse of the life I almost had; one of laughter and joy, of going to the beach with Scarlette and making fun of Lee and his friends, of training with Cole and forcing him to have a spa day with me after.

I see the times I could have had with Kristie now that I was finally free- of the moments of friendship that I'd missed out on all these years, the endless love and acceptance that she would always provide. I'd miss out on seeing her find her own true love.

And my true love, my Trent.

I can see our life together, our souls intertwining in every way possible, the world only seeming to grow more incredible with every day that I am with him, with our children growing up to be just as strong and beautiful as their father.

And their mother.

It's all there before me but then it fades away, my vision following it soon after.

A voice calls to me, like a whisper from my own shadow, the words familiar yet unrecognisable.

By my body listens, floating away with it as all my other senses dim.

I love you all so much, I want to tell them.

But they know.

They have to know.

The last thing I hear before I plunge into complete darkness and give into the voice calling to me is Kristie's earth shattering and heart wrenching scream.

For a second I feel the urge to go back, to not give in to the peace and fight for her.

And then I'm gone.

I hope the afterlife is painted in shades of gold.

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Please keep the death threats to a minimum and cry with me x

I don't even know what to say.
Golden has been such a huge part of my life for over two years now and it's absolutely insane to me that I've just written the final chapter.

I can't even begin to explain how much I owe all of you and how you've all changed my life - if I've done the same for even one of you then this was all worth it.

This book is my life and soul, I've never put so much of myself into something before and I've never had something help me so much in return.

I want to say thank you to all of you - those of you who have been around since day one to ones that started reading a month ago, you all mean the world to me and I will never be able to repay you.

Thank you to the people who have supported me not just as an author but as a person, who message me to chat, who send edits and reviews, who are always there to support the new chapter and encourage me to continue - there's so many of you that I couldn't possibly write them all, but you know who you are and I am eternally grateful.

I'm sobbing writing this, as I did the entire chapter, and so I'll put another post up tomorrow about the Wattys when I've recovered emotionally.

I love you guys so much.

Ellis x

P.s WE FRICKEN DID IT!! WE ACTUALLY COMPLETED THE BOOK !!

P.S.S... did I mention this was book ONE of Golden ... that means there's a sequel 😉