Chapter 88
Roman’s POV
"Gusto," I said, my voice steady, "this isn't about weakness. It's about strength. The strength to move past our pain and find a better way. For our packs, for our people."
He looked away, his jaw clenched. "You think your pretty words can change anything?"
"I think they can," I said softly. "If you're willing to listen."
There was a long silence, the tension between us palpable. Finally, Gusto spoke. "I'll think about it. But don't expect miracles, Roman."
I nodded. "That's all I ask."
This was the most awkward meeting I had had in years.
In my past, I would have had his head for what he had done, but here I was, trying to handle things in a calm way.
As we left the grove, I felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The meeting hadn't gone as smoothly as I had
