---- to you-don't I have every right to curse her?" Shawn's voice deepened, a hint of danger in his tone. "Six years ago, I heard that the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Claw Pack were slaughtered during a raid organized by several allied packs... and only their daughter survived." His grandfather froze. "What exactly are you trying to say, Shawn?" he asked, though his voice had lost its edge. I, too, was stunned. That night had been a blur of fire and blood, but now... Shawn took a step closer, his golden eyes narrowing. "Tell me the truth, Grandpa-were you the one who orchestrated their deaths?" The old wolf didn't answer. His silence was louder than any confession. ---- "Rest early," he finally muttered, turning away. " I'll be leaving now." He walked out of the mansion with slow, heavy steps. I followed his shadow in the air, heart pounding. Soon, I heard the driver's voice whispering as he opened the car door: "Did Shawn suspect anything, Your Majesty?" The old wolf snorted coldly. "Nothing useful. Forget it. Kendra's dead. The truth will be buried forever." Just as the car door slammed shut, his final words sliced through me like a blade: "Shawn will never find out... that Kendra didn't fall for someone else. She only left him because she realized-she had fallen in love with the grandson of her family's murderer."