#Chapter 133 – The Alpha of the Pack

“Well well well,” Rafe says, his face twitching, as Victor and his family approach the fire pit, Victor limping slightly. “Look who finally showed up.” The rest of the family are already gathered. Bridgette sits in a camping chair next to Rafe, her hands folded anxiously in her lap. Even Henry has been carried down in his chair so that he sits at the head of the fire pit circle, acting the patriarch. Marissa stands next to him. Victor sneers at his father, slightly, resenting him for pretending an authority he doesn’t have. This is still Victor’s pack, after all. Then, as he takes his place in the circle, Evelyn standing to his left and his boys to his right, Victor turns his sneer on his brother. “Hello Rafe,” Victor says, putting his hands cooly in his pockets. “You look terrible.” Evelyn can’t help but keep her mouth from twitching in humor at the comment. It’s true, though – Rafe’s face is pale and jerking, his body wracked by shudders from a night spent in the cold, rava