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 ...