Roman Eliot

Twelve

Roman Eliot

There was something wrong.

First, he was overwhelmed by fear. Panic. Emotions that he didn’t normally have, because as next in line to be alpha, he didn’t have the luxury of those emotions. Then there was a heaviness. Something he had never felt before, as if something was gone.

His cell phone rang then, and Roman answered them. “Aion?”

“They’re both gone.”

Roman didn’t know how to answer that. “They’re both gone?” he asked. “Tell me that you’re not talking about Nora and Winter.”

“Who the fuck else do you think that I’d be talking about?”

Roman glanced around the room. The pack was still eating, talking, and laughing the way that all pack dinners were. They might not have all been related, but they were still family. They were all bound by their loyalty to each other. “I sent you to protect Nora. And you should have protected Winter too. How did this happen?”

“When I took Nora back to her room, Winter wasn’t answering. I went in to check on her. And the room to the