“Oh calm down, brother,” Rafe’s voice says from the darkness, a sigh thick in his words.
Victor’s growl cuts off, but he stays tense behind me as the figure climbs the stairs, coming into the light spilling through the living room window.
When we see that it is indeed Rafe standing there, Victor leans back, scowling at him. “Don’t sneak up on your Alpha family, Rafe,” he grumbles. “That’s one fast way to get torn to pieces.”
“Whatever,” Rafe says, sighing. I frown at him, still sitting tense. What the hell was wrong with him now? And where was he all day?
Victor looks his brother over as well, starting to pick up on his mood. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing,” Rafe murmurs, but I can tell by his tone that something’s wrong. And that he’s feeling rather sorry for himself.
“Okay!”
