Chapter 121

• *Grayson*
• I leaned into the leather armchair, cradling the worn book about werewolf lore in my hands. Reading about myths and stories about my kind was one of my favorite past times. I would usually spend hours in my bedroom, reading one book after the other but after rediscovering my sanctuary, I couldn't help visiting the study whenever I wanted to read. I tried to focus on the words before me but my mind, however, kept drifting to Keera.
• I checked my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, my thumb hovering over the screen. My message to Keera still showed "delivered" but not "read." I frowned, a pang of concern creeping in. After Ria's outburst the previous day, she had seemed overwhelmed but not angry at the situation. I'd gotten he feeling that she'd only needed space but I wasn't so sure anymore. Usually it didn't take long for her to read the messages I sent to her and text back a reply.