I haven't ugly cried writing a story in so long. Today is that day. I keep telling myself it's a fictional character and this is ridiculous. And yet...

The only time I remember crying this bad while writing was Untamed in the Savage North Chronicles. If you've read it, you know exactly which scene I'm talking about. Beau, Thea, Luna....

Don't worry, no animals were harmed in this scene. Fatesworn is book 3 in The Darkborn. I'm halfway through the draft. It's slow going, but boy, is it a rollercoaster.