GABRIEL
It hadn’t even been half an hour since Catriona’s grandmother dropped the bomb about my stepmother’s scheme when one of the elders who’s been keeping an eye on them barged into my office during an online meeting with Zale, the Alpha of the Willpower Pack.
I tore my gaze away from the laptop and fixed her with a death glare. She visibly trembled under it.
“Are you mute?” I barked.
She swallowed hard. “Luna is leaving—with her family. They’ve just left the house,” she stammered in her broken voice.
“Are you certain?” I asked, momentarily forgetting about Zale.
“I’m sure,” she nodded.
“Alright. You can leave. But before you do—consider this your first and last warning. Don’t ever barge into my office or any other place like that again. Today, I’m letting it slide. But if it ha
