Chase’s POV.
I push Shannon forward in the wheelchair. The clubhouse and yard are back to how they were before Christmas. I push the wheelchair towards the ramp at the side and my brothers all smile softly at Shannon, respect shining in their eyes for what she did. I wince, knowing that they are proud of what she did. But I know Shannon isn’t.
I understand this is hard for her. But I also know if it was someone else who killed Shane, she wouldn’t be like this, well, she would, but not as much as she is now. She went after him, knowing she had to kill him. She was all for it.
Then again, killing your own blood will be hard. I don’t know what happened exactly, but whatever happened, it hurt her deeply. This goes deeper than killing Shane. Maybe they talked, maybe she saw the old Shane. W
