Ok, so maybe I didn't think goading Uriel through. The waiting was tearing me apart. Anxiety constantly clawed at my chest. And the anticipation of justice and revenge not only for my father but for the town and the werewolves was making me jittery and uneasy.
I graduated school several weeks ago, the fae and the vampires were growing weary of waiting and ready to go home. But I had reasoned with them that we didn't know when Uriel would attack, and the fear they'd miss the battle made them determined to stay. I even conjured a few small cabins in our back yard to make them more comfortable and spread out. I knew it wasn't much but they were grateful.
I don't really see Gabriel as much as I use to lately. He now spends all his time with his pack. I knew why and I understood, I really di
