When we arrive home very late that afternoon, everyone is exhausted, unloading themselves from the van with slumped shoulders and bleary eyes. Even the Betas who work to help us out are worn low, I see. When I step out of the van I’m glad to see fresh troupes coming to replace them.
I watch them, curious to see the fresh troupes exchange looks with their tired comrades, wanting to know, silently, who won the day. The Betas who were there in the forest with us give them small nods and smiles, and the Betas who were at home work hard to hide their happiness.
I work to contain my own joy as I witness this exchange, pleased to see that Victor’s troupes support him even when he’s not looking. I knew they were loyal, of course, but I admit that I’m pleased at the confirmation.
“Mama,” Ian say
