Roan

Roan’s dad stood at the kitchen counter, wearing a smile and a pair of pajama pants. He agreed with Sullen. It was midday where were their clothes? His dad was normally up and at the pack house by this time.

“Hey, son,” he said, glancing over Roan’s shoulder, he pulled him in for a hug. “I won’t lie. I’m surprised you got her here. Especially after the way Samantha described her,” he whispered. "And her running all the way to the city on foot to get away ...