Chapter 95

• *Keera*
• I sat on my bed, staring out the window. The sun casted a warm orange glow over the pack's grounds, the silence of the pack, a stark contrast to the emotions raging inside me. My mind drifted to the events of the past few days. I was a bit grateful the killer hadn't struck for quite a while. It gave me some time while I healed. Being sort of bedridden had left with more than enough time to process my thoughts and I couldn't help but remember Grayson's admission about Ria's confession and Ginny's words to think about it, and I have.
• Thought about it, that is.