---- You threatened her. Told her never to covet a single thing from the our Clan, or you'd make her vanish. Even when she gave birth to me, even with your blood in my veins, You already had your precious grandson. You never saw me as family-just a bastard pup. Athreat. A shameful stain. You placed guards to watch us like criminals. We weren't allowed to make a single move." Shawn stood up. "Take care of yourself, Grandfather. Try to live long-make it to a hundred, if you can." His grandfather reached out with a trembling hand, desperate, as though something priceless was slipping through his fingers. "Shawn... don't go..." ---- But the man walking away never looked back. Three years later. My grave was suddenly dug open. I was horrified. Then... a group of wolves gently laid a sleeping figure beside me. When I saw his face, I collapsed in tears. It was Shawn. "Shawn! Wake up-please! Don't fall asleep here! They're going to bury you!" I screamed as if the heavens would hear, but no one from the funeral procession reacted. "Shawn, you fool, I'm begging you-please wake up! You can't die like this! You have to live-for me!" ---- Then suddenly, the soul next to me stirred. He sat up, wrapped me in his arms, and whispered with a tired smile, "Silly girl... I'm just tired. Can't I take a nap?" I stared at him in disbelief- Then shook my head desperately. "No... no, you can't! You have to go back!" But he let go of me, lay down again, and stared up at the sky with one arm behind his head. "T can't go back anymore... Guess you got lucky, huh? Now you get to spend eternity with a ridiculously handsome soul." He even arched a brow and smirked at me, teasing till the very end. Much later, I finally let go-just a little-of my anger.