Chapter 10
Lance
After dropping Charlie at work the next morning, I find Rafe running target practice in the woods with the rest of the pack. He likes to make us train in inclement weather, and snow started falling an hour ago in thick, silent flakes.
Expecting the usual rebuke I get when I’ve been off having fun while the rest of them are training, I join them wordlessly, and pick up a crossbow.
I sight the target, wait, and release my arrow a second after Rafe releases his, splitting the wood shaft of his down the center as we both nail the bullseye.
“Asshole,” he mutters.
I say nothing. Instead, I reload and wait.
“Are you trying to prove you don’t need to train?” he snaps.
“Nope. I’m trying to prove I’m not as f*****g incapable as you think I am.”
“Here we go again.” Rafe has
