Dear Readers,
I've been thinking a lot about the Teen Wolf story I've been sharing with you—the one that, not long ago, felt like it was bursting with life. I have to be honest: lately, I'm not sure it still has its heart. The words are there, the scenes are lined up, but something inside me feels… distant.
I don't know if it's me, or the story, or both. I've wrestled with the idea of pushing forward, forcing it to reach an ending that maybe it doesn't want, or letting it go, accepting that sometimes the stories we love most aren't the ones we finish.
I owe you transparency as much as I owe myself honesty. I can't promise what comes next—whether there will be a next chapter, or if the fic will quietly fade—but I promise that whatever decision I make will come from a place of respect for this story and for you, who've followed it with me.
I will make a decision by tomorrow, and I'll share it with you as soon as I can. Thank you for reading, for caring, and for letting this little story live in your hearts as it has lived in mine.