Chapter 135

• *Keera*
• I spent the first two days after I arrived back home unpacking my stuff and trying to shake off the feeling of nostalgia and emptiness that lingered inside me. I'd thought I would be more excited to be back home, surrounded by familiar faces and familiar places, but instead, the city felt hollow, and my apartment felt like a stranger's. The silence was almost depressing and I couldn't help but think of Grayson, of the pack, and of the life I'd been getting used to, which I'd left behind.
• It had been two days but the usually simple task of unpacking had felt so Herculean that I wasn't done with it yet. As I put away the last of my belongings, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but feel a familiar sense of regret settle deep in my stomach. I should have let Grayson know how I really felt about him when I got the chance. He'd told me he loved me for the second time, and looking back now, I knew I should have said something.