Two She-Wolves, One Choice: Sever the Bond
Instead, I walked calmly to the corner, picked up the diary, then walked to the shattered Shawn, and I placed it before him.
"This is what Joanne left behind. Shawn, read it. See for yourself how, over three years, your claws and your coldness flayed her wolf spirit alive."
I had believed Shawn felt nothing for Joanne but contempt. Yet the hollowed-out ruin before me sparked a doubt. Had some sliver of her ever mattered?
If he was truly not into Joanne, this diary would be mere fodder for mockery and proof of a foolish she-wolf's delusion.
If even a shred lingered, this diary would become a festering wound on his soul, a poison in his wolf blood.
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