---- Shawn-the quiet, introverted wolf who had never chased any popular she-wolf at school- shut himself off completely. He never got close to another she-wolf again. And me? I was nailed to the cross of shame. Labeled as cruel. Selfish. "Vicious." They mocked me. Humiliated me. As if they all knew the truth. Then- Amid the flood of curses and contempt, someone suddenly sent a message that froze the chat: "Has anyone noticed Kendra's profile picture has been dark for a year?" ---- "Do... do any of us actually know what happened to her?" A pause. Then another message popped up. "No way... That can't be it. But I remember my friend's photo also went dark for months... When I asked about her, they told me-she had died." Silence. Asuffocating, unnatural silence gripped the entire chat. I turned to look at Shawn. His hand trembled violently as he stared at his phone. The phone slipped from his hand- A low, guttural growl escaped his throat. ---- Then- A deafening roar exploded from deep within him. His wolf surged beneath his skin, growling in panic. "Ts it true, Shawn?" "Ts she... gone?"