Chapter Forty-Eight

Negan called for her again.

Rae was beginning to pray for the monotony of the camp again. The uncertainty of living under his roof was going to kill her from the inside out. She looked up at the guard who came to fetch her with distaste. What she wanted was to keep on sleeping until the end of her days. She didn’t want to confront what was happening. Being blamed for Kara’s death was not what she thought would happen when she was captured.

How would she even have done such a thing? Kara was clearly attacked by someone in wolf form and Rae couldn’t shift. It wouldn’t take much to prove that. But she knew that she had very little chance of convincing him of her innocence. If he wanted her dead for her ‘crimes’, he’d have her dead. Who would challenge him?

Who would save her?

She still wasn’t sure if the brief encounter with Keegan in the woods was real or imagined. It would be discouraging if it wasn’t real. Deep down, she was counting on him to waltz in and save her. Negan was feral.