Third Person's POV The unrestrained whispers cut like blades into flesh. But what wounded Luna Evelyn even more was the shock and doubt in her two sons' eyes. They could not believe that the gentle, flawless mother they had revered could harbor such ugliness beneath her fur. "No... no...," she sobbed, shaking her head violently. "It was because Aysel's recklessness caused my sister's death that I became this way. Yes-yes, it was all because of that accident! I didn't want this either! I loved Aysel too!" "An accident?" Jackson lifted a brow. "Yes-that so-called accident. The one that completely rewrote the fate of Celestine and Aysel." His gaze drifted to the smiling black-and-white portrait on the memorial stand. "Are we really certain it was an accident?" he asked lightly. "Our Lady Yuna Ward now looks like a perfect, blameless victim, doesn't she?" Alpha Remus stiffened instantly, pupils shrinking with instinctive alarm. "What are you implying?" he demanded. Jackson tilted his chin. "Present the gift to our birthday guest." A bodyguard stepped forward and placed a box filled with photographs into Luna Evelyn's trembling hands. Disbelief flooded her eyes. Her grip nearly failed-until Fenrir reached out and steadied the box for her. Impossible. Could Yuna Ward's death truly have another truth behind it? Then what had all these years of obsession and hatred amounted to? Luna Evelyn stared at the box as if it were a cursed relic from the abyss-yet she could not bring herself to open it. Beside them, Zane, who had been restraining himself for far too long, finally burst out: "Should I open it for everyone?"Fenrir shot him a warning glare. Zane clicked his tongue and turned back to Jackson. "You can't let the whole hall starve on half a truth, right? Since we're already ripping into the past, might as well feed everyone properly." The surrounding Alphas, Lunas, and guests silently nodded, their predatory curiosity burning bright. Jackson smiled faintly. "Of course. If we are to tear open old scars, then nothing should remain concealed." He clapped his hands. "Begin." The projection screen above the hall flared to life. An elderly man in a white healer's coat appeared. His hair was silver as frost, his spectacles perched low on his nose. "Yuna Ward?" The old doctor adjusted his glasses. "Yes, I remember her. I was the one who received her for treatment." "Yes. Mammary cancer. If she had followed the treatment properly, she still would've had over a year to live. But when there were only seven or eight months left... she suddenly refused all further treatment. She didn't even take pain suppressants when she left. I truly regretted that." "Why do I remember her so clearly?" The old healer frowned. "Perhaps because no other patient, upon learning they carried death in their blood, laughed instead of cried." "She refused to be hospitalized. She said she had something more important than her own life to accomplish-something worth trading her final breath for." The screen shifted. This time, an ordinary-looking woman in her sixties appeared. The Moonvale Pack instantly recognized her-she had once worked for the neighboring household before returning to the southern territories. "Aysel of Moonvale Pack? Of course I remember her. That little girl was beautiful and kind. She often shared her sweets and snacks with us servants." "Her sixth birthday?" The woman hesitated, then nodded with certainty. "Yes. That day, the window of my employer's house faced the Moonvale courtyard. I saw the visiting girl from the Ward family stab the stray kitten Aysel had rescued-with a small blade. When the kitten resisted and clawed her, she was injured." "Later, when I went out to buy groceries, I saw the woman the girl called ‘Aunt' holding her hand, guiding her to search for the escaped kitten. She even told her to hide with the kitten-otherwise Aysel's parents would kill the animal for hurting her." "I always disliked that pair of mother and daughter. They radiated ill intent." She paused, unease clouding her wrinkled face. "But that night, something terrible happened next door. The ‘Aunt' died. And the girl who abused the kitten... was later adopted." "Why didn't I speak up?" The woman waved her hand helplessly. "I didn't know what truly happened inside their den. Who would accuse a child without proof? Not long after, I went south to help my son raise his pup." She shook her head. "I didn't want to mention it again." By this point, Alpha Remus's chest felt as if it had been ripped apart. Shock. Fury. And the crushing realization of having been deceived for years all surged together. That stray kitten... He still remembered it. Aysel had loved it dearly. It had always been gentle and docile. Before it slashed Celestine in defense, they truly had planned to take the kitten into the Moonvale Pack.