Chapter 20 - Hers

Roman POV

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He looked older. It had only been a few years since Roman had last seen Alastor, but maturity had strengthened his features. He hadn’t even recognised him at first glance, though his battered bloodied body on the floor, a growling Luna guarding him, wasn’t the reunion he had expected. He was days from his Twenty-fifth birthday the last time they spoke, both knowing it would be a while until the next visit. Clear Blue must’ve kept him busy since then. It wasn’t a surprise. Alastor was the heir of the Hayre family, next in line to lead the pack’s warriors. He was a great one himself, but that was no great surprise either, not when Roman had helped to train him.

It had been a long few years with no word from Clear Blue. He only got brief snippets of information when trading with the nearby packs, nothing of any depth. It was a sign the Hayres were doing a good job protecting their pack, he supposed. The last news they heard was of Williamina planning to take a seat at cour