#Chapter 95 After the Aftershock

The Pack Celeste is still trying to bring herself back from the dead. It has only been a few days, and the Pack compound is beginning to feel familiar again. She takes a morning walk among the houses and buildings, reacquainting herself with the street names and the families who live there. Pushing aside her pride, she carries a small notebook to write down anything she’ll want to remember later. An outside observer would recognize the confident young woman strolling among her people. Her dark hair is longer, and she wears it down to cover the few grey hairs that have sprouted prematurely at her temples. She keeps her slender arms covered, even in the warmer weather, to hide the last marks where needles and IVs were stuck by the lab technicians. They are a constant reminder of her failure, her inadequacy. Even when it was clear she wasn’t the one they wanted, they still kept her. There were other uses for a young she-wolf from the Grey Pack. A buzzing phone is pulled from