Roan
The sound of their silverware scraping against their plates dominated dinner. Mrs. Samantha cleared her throat. “So, what do you have planned for the rogues, Roan?”
“We’re waiting it out right now. I think they all know one another, now I’m trying to keep ears close by to see if they’re planning anything.”
His dad nodded. “Good idea. It’s strange they showed up so suddenly. Do you think it’s another pack, maybe?”
He shrugged. “The first one we captured has a pack tattoo on his shoulder. We’re going to try to see what pack, so I can get in touch with their alpha. Maybe I can find out why he was cast out.”
Another silence settled over them.
Roan glanced to his right where Sullen sat eating her food quietly. Mrs. Samantha met his stare and smiled. “Sullen. I know you’re interning
