Chapter Thirty-Four

Roan Roan watched the look on Mrs. Andrews' face. She looked surprised that Sullen asked, but she definitely knew something. She grabbed the handle of the lid to the pot, and glared at Sullen. “I don’t like your tone, Sullen Andrews.” “This is serious, mother. One of the rogues that we caught has it, and we are trying to find out where he came from. If you know something, you need to tell us.” Her gaze flickered toward mine, but only for a moment, before my dad walked into the room. “What’s going on in here? Where is the fire.” “My mother knows something about the tattoo on the rogue’s shoulder, and she won’t tell us,” Sullen said. “My dad had that tattoo.” Roan watched the surprise on his father’s face. “Hon? Roan needs to know where these guys came from. You don’t remember anything about the tattoo?” She huffed, and scratched her hairline annoyingly. “He had it when we got together. I’m not one hundred percent sure.” “What pack was he in before he was with you?’ Roan asked.