Roman Eliot

Thirty-eight:

Roman Eliot

He tried to remember what he knew of his mom’s past. He knew that when she first found out she was his dad’s mate, she hadn’t bene happy about it. She’d been in love with someone else. He also knew that she came from some place in upstate New York and that her family hadn’t approved of the whole thing which was why they hadn’t seen them in ages. He knew his mother. But at the same time, he realized, he didn’t know his mother. He knew Elaine Eliot, the pack Luna. He couldn’t say anything about Elaine Eliot, the girl, or Elaine Eliot, the young woman. She had always been this fearsome force that he knew better than to make angry.

“Are you going to knock?” Aion asked.

He turned to glare at his friend. “Yes, I’m going to knock.”

“Okay, because you haven’t done it. And you know that she’s the one that has the clue to finding Nora. Do you not want to find her?”

“Of course, I want to find her!” he snarled.