An hour or two later, I stood outside with my family and close friends around me in a semicircle. My father had not liked my decision to say the least. It had taken a considerable amount of arguing and pleading and reasoning to get him to fully understand where I was coming from, and I could tell he only conceded my point because he didn't want Gabriel resulting to more drastic measures to bring me back to his pack. Not that my father could have really stopped either one of us from the beginning; it was werewolf custom to live with one's Mate.
Despite his reluctance I knew my father really did understand. After Gabriel had come to help rescue me from the vampires he had earned the tiniest sliver of my father's trust, at least when it came to me. When I explained to him (and later my mothe
