Ten Steps Back

Roman Bellamy was seven when he wandered off of pack territory, but he was twenty-three when he found his way home. Now, at twenty-eight, Roman was just doing his best to move on. The pack had questions he couldn't answer, and yes, he was avoiding his mate like the plague, but all things considered, it was going pretty well. Maybe he could've spent the rest of his life pretending everything was fine had the pack not taken in a new group of rogues. Maybe he would never have faced the past if they hadn't brought news of missing pups all along the West Coast. Then again, maybe Roman was an idiot for thinking he could ever just move on.