---- Chapter 1 One year after my death, our Alumni Reunion was about to be held. When the news broke that Shawn, now the Lycan King, would be attending, the entire alumni group lit up with excitement. In the Pack Academy Alumni Chat, hundreds of old classmates were messaging nonstop - chatter, emojis, even old photos being dug up. But I remained silent. Not because I was shy. Not because I had nothing to say. But because I was dead - and the dead don't get to hold phones or join group chats. ---- The room I had lived in before my death remained untouched, frozen in time. The curtains still hung the way I had left them. The air still carried a faint trace of my scent. And on the desk - the dried herbs I had prepared to resist silver poison still lay scattered, as if I might return at any moment. But I wouldn't. On the day of the Alumni Reunion, my soul drifted to the place where they were celebrating. It was a grand werewolf hotel, spacious enough to host hundreds of wolves from different packs. Invisible, silent, I hovered inside - watching as they arrived, one by one. Then suddenly, something pulled me in. My gaze was drawn to the last one to walk through the doors. And the moment I saw him, my breath caught - or would have, if I still had lungs. My heart - or ---- whatever was left of it - began to race uncontrollably. He was tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him radiating strength and power. Shawn. Dressed in a tailored, luxurious suit that spoke of quiet prestige and untouchable status. He looked calm, confident... devastatingly composed. My eyes clung to him, refusing to look away - even though I knew I no longer had a place in his world. And then - She appeared. Astunning she-wolf stepped through the entrance, her arm slipping naturally through his. Her smile was radiant. His eyes softened. And just like that, reality struck again - brutal