---- Chapter 7 That night, Shawn completely lost control. He smashed his fists into the window again and again, until blood streamed from his knuckles and painted the glass crimson. T hovered in the air, frozen in place. I never expected he would react like this... just because he saw Julia. When the servants rushed in with the medical kit, he kicked it aside violently. "Get out!" he roared, voice hoarse with fury and pain. For a long moment, no one dared approach him. Then a sharp voice cut through the tense silence. "Shawn, are you trying to kill your wolf?" I turned around in shock. ---- An old wolf, his fur almost entirely silver, stood at the entrance. He walked in slowly, the weight of age and wisdom clinging to his every step. Shawn froze, his bloodied fists trembling. "Grandpa? Why are you here?" The old wolf's voice was low but stern. "Why wouldn't I come? I heard that the friend of that vicious girl came looking for you." At those words, Shawn collapsed to the floor, his hands dripping blood onto the cold marble tiles. He didn't argue. He didn't defend me. But what he said next tore through me like lightning. "T can't forget her..."' he whispered, his voice breaking like glass. "No matter what she did... I can't... ever." ---- I gasped softly. My soul trembled-because in that moment, I realized... He had never forgotten me. "You jerk!" the old wolf roared. "Your mate is perfect -beautiful, noble, and loyal! She's more than enough to be Luna! Yet you still cling to that vicious she-wolf? Are you trying to make me die from anger?" Shawn clenched his fists but didn't look up. "Enough," his grandfather growled. "From now on, you're forbidden to mention Kendra. Claim your Luna soon, and I'll never question you again! " Shawn turned slowly, his voice eerily calm. "Grandpa... why did you call her 'vicious'? Do you really hate her?" The old wolf's brows furrowed. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do! After what she did