“Alright,” I said. “See you later.”
“See you later.”
The call ended, and I lowered the phone.
Irene was looking at me now, curiosity written all over her face.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” she said.
I glanced at her.
“Ask what?”
She tilted her head slightly.
“Who’s that guy… Roman?”
For a second, I thought about how to answer that.
Roman’s story wasn’t exactly a short one, and it still felt strange even to me when I thought about it. So much about him was still a mystery.
But Irene deserved to know, especially since she hadn’t been around the pack house much these past few days.
So it made sense that she was asking now.
I shifted a little on the bench and looked at her.
“He was found at the border not long ago,” I said.
Irene frowned slightly.
“Found?”
“Yes,” I said. “By t
