---- I recall that I'd deliberately chosen that color just to go against him. Leo and I read it together. The letter I had clearly been written to him as a young She-wolf who had not even awakened her inner wolf yet.. He probably never remembered the She-wolf who followed his every move. I recall how in love I used to be. I used every excuse to watch hunts and festivals because I knew he would be there. One day, when he had returned from a hunt, I came to his camp site and handed him a pink letter. As I handed him that letter, I recall asking if he would consider giving me a chance. He had only chuckled lightly and told me to move aside. When I insisted on giving him the letter. He frowned, took it, and tossed it straight into the trash can. He had walked away coolly. And I had chased after ---- him, only to see another girl take his hand. It was that moment when I realized that he already had a girlfriend. All the courage I had gathered crumbled in an instant. Iended up retrieving that letter from the trash. Later, I fell ill and was told by the healer I hada weak heart. I almost died. But at twenty, I got a second chance at life by receiving a heart from another she-wolf and the heart. was from his first love. A love letter from years ago... wasn't anything special. At best, it was just a pupish regret from my youth. Leo's hands trembled as he sealed the envelope back up, pretending as if he'd never seen it. My wolf was filled with bitter regret. If I had known this would happen, I would've burned everything before I died. ---- Why had I left behind such embarrassing things for myself? Even after dying he did not care and hadn't shown much of a reaction. It only made me look more like a fool. Awkward and ashamed filled my wolf as I walked out and curled up on the sofa. That night, Leo was wide awake, and at midnight, he got dressed and left the house. I trailed behind him, once again finding myself on a late-night adventure. It wasn't until we were in the car that I discovered he was headed to a gathering with friends, who had invited him out for drinks. As soon as we entered the private room, one of them joked, 'Nan's always so hard to pin down." During our marriage, I used to despise Leo's frequent visits to such places, and my reactions had apparently earned me the disapproval of his friends. Leo didn't respond to their teasing; instead, he