At that moment, Shawn burst into our den without warning.
His face was shadowed with a gloom darker than the blackest night.
His wolf eyes—no longer the calm blue I once knew—swirled with crimson fury… and a flicker of something far more fragile. Fear.
“Jose…” His voice cracked, barely human.
“Tell me… why?
Why did Joanne leap from the Moonlit Crag?”
Shawn's voice was a raw, grating rasp, and each syllable dragged from the depths of his throat, thick with barely restrained accusation.
So, he had found out the truth and finally, he'd been forced to believe that Joanne was really gone.
"Jose, tell me, why did Joanne leap from the Moonlit Crag? And… that passage token to the Northern Wolf Clans territory… what was that about?"
"She wanted to leave me?"
I let out a cold and scornful laugh, "It was more than that."
Shawn's brow furrowed violently and the mask of the perpetual smile was gone, replaced by a storm-cloud darkness.
But fear was the last thing I felt, and a twisted vindication su
