Several hours later, my father was up and about (thanks to his superb immune system and the absence of silver from his veins), although he still moved a bit shakily. We had caught him up to speed on everything that had happened, including Anne's death and Brett's rash decision-making.
It had definitely been awkward to recount the tale, especially with Gabriel looming in a nearby corner. I could feel his gaze burning into me while I spoke and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of our little 'moment' in my house. I felt a bit pathetic for acting so desperately, but it had worked to calm him down, right? I could only hope he wasn't angry at me for being so touchy-feely. Especially since I had yet to make a decision (much to my Wolf's frustration). I already knew it was difficult fo
