Roman Eliot

Thirty-two:

Roman Eliot

The Powerists had come to The Stellarum. The witches, the warlocks, the vampires, the fae, the ghosts…all of the magical beings the universe could have thought of. They had gathered in the dining hall. His father and mother sat at the head of the table, looking out over all of them, and he sat right by his father’s side. “I didn’t think this many people would be angry,” said Roman.

Elaine glanced at him. “You underestimate the power of ignorance, son.”

Remington put a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll talk to them. I’m sure we’ll be able to calm them down.”

“What if that isn’t all that it takes, dad?” Roman asked. He had even spotted Glinda off in the far corner. She hadn’t made eye-contact with him. Glinda had always helped the pack before. They’d been good friends for ages. He had never imagined that his mate would come between them like that. But Glinda insisted that Nora played a big part in her fu