*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
