Chapter 11

((EDITED 5/17/2016. Minor dialogue and continuity fixes. If you see any glaring spelling errors even after I've gone through and re-edited these chapters, don't hesitate to point them out.))

(Brief A/N, rest at the end:

Okay, so by popular demand I decided to put a picture of one of the main characters up. I chose Skylar. Enjoy the chapter)

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Gabriel had been gone for hours. I knew it must be late at night now, but I couldn't sleep; I had paced my room in deep thought, my Wolf's agitation preventing me from relaxing. She was angry that I had watched him nearly lose his temper and done nothing to stop it. Some part of me did feel guilty, but I'd always had a stubborn streak and I still maintained that it wasn't entirely my fault.

He'd urged me to come here with him and now he was giving me the cold shoulder. It was absolutely perplexing to think about the disparity between his actions when he came to save me from the vampires and his actions now. I had been the reluctant one at first, admittedly I was still a little reluctant, but I was willing to try to get to know him, as intimidating as the prospect was. If he kept acting like this, that would be nearly impossible.

The selfish part of me wanted him to feel some of the turmoil he was putting me through. So far Gabriel had gotten his way, mostly without protest, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I usually kept my temper under tight control, but something about him kept me constantly on edge.

The Mating bond. You keep resisting our Mate and it's unnatural, my Wolf growled condescendingly.

Right now, he's the one acting like he doesn't want us at all.

I could tell the thought insulted her, but she knew it was true. For all I knew Gabriel was going to storm in and kick me out of his pack's home at any minute.

To distract me from my warring emotions the past couple hours, I had unpacked my bag of necessities, folding my clothes and placing them in the small wardrobe next to my bed. The bathroom was large and had a cabinet for my toiletries, not that I towed around bags of makeup or anything. I usually preferred to keep my appearance natural, unless it was a very special occasion. The bathroom also contained a large claw-foot tub (which I was incredibly excited about, I loved baths) and a stand-in shower. I couldn't help but be begrudgingly impressed that the Alpha house had so many amenities; after hearing so many wolves talk about the savagery of the Black Mountains Pack and witnessing some of their cruelty first-hand, I had almost expected them to live in caves.

I needed to try to forget some of my preconceived notions, I knew. Some were probably correct (the hostility I'd witnessed today was evidence of that), but others clearly were not. I reluctantly admitted to myself that I had to keep an open mind if this was going to work.

I sat on my bed, sighing, and attempting to twist my frizzy mess of curls into some semblance of a bun. One glance in the mirror was frightening enough and I wished I'd had time to shower before meeting Gabriel's pack earlier.

After forcing my hair to comply I glanced around the room. There were a few books to read, stacked on a shelf nearby, but I was too agitated to do so, and there was no T.V. in my room. I narrowed my eyes, an idea coming to me. Perhaps this would be my chance to explore while there was no Gabriel around to hound me. Surely I could find out something about him by examining the contents of his home. He hadn't told me to stay put, had he?

This was probably a terrible idea. Realistically, I accepted that. But if I was getting the cold shoulder from him, then I'd just have to learn about Gabriel through other methods.

My mind made up, I stood abruptly and exited my room leaving the door cracked behind me. The house stood still and silent, the hallway stretching out before me. For some reason I felt the urge to practically tiptoe down the carpeted floor even though there was nobody home. I wasn't used to the place yet and it almost felt as if the building was holding its breath, daring me to explore. Or maybe I was just going stir-crazy.

I opened the door closest to mine, disappointed to see a mostly empty storage closet. The door across the hallway was another bedroom, more simply furnished than mine. The room next to it contained another bathroom. I continued down the hallway, finding another bedroom, another bathroom, and the room closest to the stairs that had no doorway and looked like a sitting area. All of the rooms were still and appeared unused. I wasn't surprised; Gabriel didn't seem the type to invite houseguests over often.

I approached the stairs, freezing in place as another idea came to me. My heart started pounding with nervousness. Gabriel had said that his room was on the floor above. I knew he may not appreciate the intrusion on his privacy but my curiosity was nearly overwhelming me. I wanted to know what his bedroom looked like, especially since he wasn't allowing me to stay there.

Without further ado I began to skip up the stairs with renewed vigor. As I reached the landing above I glanced around with surprise. This floor was much smaller than the other two. On one side was a single door, on the other side stood a set of proud double doors. I opened the single first, gasping in surprise as the room's contents were revealed. It was clearly a makeshift library of some sort, with shelves and shelves of books crammed into every single space. Gabriel hadn't struck me as much of a reader but this room looked more used than those downstairs.

My nervousness rose again as I closed the door quietly and crossed the hallway to the double doors. This was his bedroom, I knew it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, I mentally chanted. It was not my Wolf berating me this time, it was the logical side of my brain. The curiosity, however, won out.

I knew I'd be able to hear the door to the house when it opened and sneak out of Gabriel's room before he caught me red-handed, if it came to that.

I also knew Gabriel would later notice that my scent was in his room if I went in there. I realized he would probably be displeased with me. But if he was going to make no attempt to talk to me, this was my alternative. Besides, I wouldn't take anything or disturb the contents of his room.

Holding my breath, I placed my hands on the knobs and gently pulled them toward me, feeling a surge of wariness as I entered his living quarters.

I blinked, eyes immediately fixating on the moonlight that streamed into the room from the gigantic set of windows on one side, giving the area a lovely glow. The bedroom had a beautiful view of trees and a small pond behind his house before the terrain rose, turning into rocky hills and crags before stretching into mountains in the distance. I briefly imagined waking up to a sight like that every morning, the mountains touched by sunrise, before realizing I'd have to be in Gabriel's bed to do so. Blushing at the concept, I turned away from the window.

His bed was a four-poster like mine but larger. His room was done in a similar color-scheme but looked much more lived in, although I was surprised to see he made his bed neatly. On the opposite wall from the windows was a fireplace, much smaller than the one downstairs, with two armchairs next to it. Near me was a large set of shelves crammed with books. There were two doors in the room which I assumed led to the bathroom and closet.

I felt a bit awkward being in here without him knowing, and quickly pushed aside my misgivings. I had to be quick about this.

My attention was caught by the built-in set of shelves in the wall immediately beside Gabriel's bed. The four shelves were dark, polished wood and looked expensive but I was more interested in the trinkets adorning the shelves, especially the pictures displayed.

Some of the built-in's contents were boring enough, a few books and files that likely had something to do with the pack. On one of the shelves rested a globe, next to it a small compass and some other items that I assumed were for navigation purposes.  It was clearly more for show, as werewolves had excellent sense of direction.

My eyes roved all of this in a brief instant before settling on the pictures. There were only three of them but I leaned in, trying to observe as much as I could before Gabriel got home. The picture on the left was taken from far away and was clearly a pack photo. My Mate stood rigidly, right in the center, and it was obviously not his idea to take the picture because he had a half-scowl on his face. The expression was visible even from the camera's far distance. Wolves crowded in on all sides of him, Eli immediately to his right, smiling. The children sat on the ground at the forefront. I was surprised at the sheer numbers in the picture there. It must have taken quite a while to fit everyone in the picture.

My eyes found the next picture. I smiled despite myself as I realized that it was of Gabriel and Eli, next to a third male wolf that I didn't recognize. All three of them were young, I guessed around eight or so in the photo. Eli had a mischievous grin on his face, while Gabriel (unsurprisingly) looked much more serious. They were dressed in such a way that it seemed to me the photo was taken at a Mating ceremony or other pack ritual, if the Black Mountains Pack rituals were anything even remotely close to my pack's.

Lastly, I glanced at the third picture. To my surprise it was much dustier than the other two and set back a bit, as if Gabriel didn't want it to be easily visible. I reached out and gently pulled it forward, blowing the dust away. I blinked in surprise. There were three individuals in the picture. On the left was a man that was indubitably Gabriel's father. There was quite a bit of resemblance in their coloring and stature. Like Gabriel he had dark eyes and hair, although his features were broader, less regal than Gabriel's. The man was large and imposing with no trace of warmth in his eyes. In the middle was Gabriel. He couldn't have been older than three or four in this photo. What shocked me was his expression; he was beaming from ear to ear. He appeared completely carefree, which was obviously normal at that age, but I couldn't imagine seeing such an expression on his face now. I felt a pang of sadness at the thought.

On the right, holding his hand, was Gabriel's mother. She was absolutely radiant. Her hair was light brown and parted at the center. It fell down in waves almost down to her waist. She had bright brown eyes and a curvy figure. Her facial features entranced me, because although she was obviously less rugged than Gabriel, I could definitely see the resemblance. They each looked almost regal, like some sort of royalty from times past. She clearly held herself proudly. Her smile, however, was small. For some reason she looked slightly withdrawn in the picture, as if she wasn't feeling well or was upset about something. Frowning, I returned the picture exactly to its proper place.

I wondered what had happened to her. She obviously wasn't around. Had she died? I was burning with curiosity but knew I wouldn't ask Gabriel something like that, at least not yet. Judging by the placement of the picture it was a sore subject.

I backed away slowly, giving the room another once-over. I definitely felt like I was intruding but I couldn't curb my curiosity. Talking to Gabriel was like pulling teeth sometimes and this was much easier.

Don't do it...my logical brain warned me again as I decided my next move. My Wolf was surprisingly silent, just as curious as I was.

I crept over to the door nearest me, pulling it open to reveal a closet. I flicked on the switch, unsurprised to see that Gabriel didn't own a surplus of outfits. All of his shirts and pants were plain and inexpensive. Unable to help myself I leaned towards the nearest shirt, taking a deep whiff and allowing his scent to invade my nostrils. Despite my conflicting feelings, his smell still had the ability to soothe me.

And now I was smelling shirts in his closet. This was an entirely new level of awkwardness, and I knew I should probably go.

I was about to turn and leave, reaching my hand out to turn the light off, when something caught my eye. It was a small black shoebox that was barely visible in a gap between his hanging shirts. Now a shoebox in a closet was unremarkable enough, but something made me hesitate. His shoes were on the far side of the closet. Why would a shoebox be here, and why was it hidden?

Open it, my Wolf instructed curiously, all frustration with me gone. Once again, logic and curiosity clashed in my brain.

I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating. That would certainly be intruding and would be a gross invasion of his privacy. What would Gabriel say if he found out I'd rifled through his clothes and opened boxes in his closet?

He'd probably be even angrier than he already was. Still, I couldn't ignore the nagging voice in my head, the voice that wanted to find out as much as possible. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to sleep until I at least got a peek into the box.

'Now look what you're getting yourself into, Skylar. This is wrong. So wrong,' I mentally chastised myself as I reached towards the box. It wasn't very heavy, and I clutched it to my chest as I settled down, cross-legged on the ground.

This was certainly an intrusion. I shouldn't be doing this, even with my nosy Wolf urging me on, wanting to know as much about her Mate as possible.

Yet despite myself, I opened the small box with trepidation. The first thing I saw was a picture, face up. I grabbed the small stack of pictures first, setting the box back down. I perused the picture, wondering why it was shoved in a box instead of being displayed in Gabriel's bedroom. The picture depicted a man with chestnut hair and stunning blue eyes. Although his coloring was different, I again recognized the regally high cheekbones and straight nose that Gabriel and his mother had. Even through the picture, the man had an incredibly piercing gaze. Looking into his eyes I felt exposed and vulnerable. Something about the man just seemed...foreign. Unnatural.  I placed the picture back into the box, suddenly feeling nervous.

The next picture was of a smiling woman with brown hair and eyes. Her expression glimmered with warmth and she had pretty, full lips like Gabriel's mother. If I had to guess, I would say the two pictures in the box were of Gabriel's maternal grandparents when they were younger. So why were they shoved in here? Disregarding my unease I shuffled through the last few pictures, none of the people looking familiar or as if they were related to him in any way.

Feeling creepier by the moment I set the rest of the pictures aside and I peered back into the shoebox. I let out a small gasp of surprise as my gaze fell upon a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped locket. The beauty of the trinket wasn't what surprised me; what shocked me was that it was made of pure silver. My unease grew by the second. Why would Gabriel have a jewelry item made of pure silver, a werewolf's greatest weakness? How could he bear to sleep knowing a potential weapon was sitting in his closet? I peered closely at it, but kept my skin far away from any contact. The locket glimmered with small gems but I dared not open it. I'd had enough experience with silver as it was.

I couldn't help but wonder where he'd gotten it. It didn't look like a lover's token but still....I felt a sharp pang at the thought and brushed it aside. There was only one other item in the box. I hadn't noticed it before as it had been hidden under the stack of pictures.

It was a large, white, stunningly beautiful feather. Avoiding the locket I pulled it out of the box and held it up. The color of the feather was so pure that it made Gabriel's white shirts look dim in comparison. I wondered what sort of bird it could possibly have come from. It was shaped elegantly and incredibly soft to the touch. I ran my fingers across it, marveling at the texture. To my surprise I felt a small tingle in my hand as I ran it across the feather. The sensation was odd and unexpected, the source of which I could not determine. However, my Wolf was whining in the back of my mind and my instincts told me this was no ordinary feather. I began to feel the urgency to put the feather back in the box and leave without further ado.

I quickly did so, putting the pictures back on top. I wasn't sure what all I had just seen but my Wolf was telling me I needed to leave. I stood up abruptly and shoved the box back in place. Everything I had seen made me uneasy; it showed me more of Gabriel, but I had actually grown even more confused. There was definitely a lot more to his story than I'd thought. Perplexed, I made my way out of his bedroom.

About half an hour after I'd returned to my own room, I heard the front door turn. Gabriel was back. I exited my bedroom and made my way back to the landing. Gabriel would probably notice my scent as soon as he returned to his room, but it was better that I wasn't caught in there. I knew that there would probably be a confrontation about it, and I deserved it. I'd snooped in there and wouldn't be surprised if he yelled at me for it later.

I leaned over the railing to the stairs, observing cautiously as the front door swung open and Gabriel strode in. He was coated with a light sheen of sweat (a detail which I attempted to ignore as the smell was surprisingly alluring), his hair slightly matted. His clothes stuck to his sweaty skin and I tried not to stare at the defined muscles beneath the thin layer of fabric. Although most of his agitation seemed to have ceased, Gabriel still looked tense. His unfathomable eyes found me almost immediately and he halted, staring up at me.

The silence stretched out over a few seconds as I tried to find something to say. I realized that my anger from earlier had abated somewhat. I hadn't meant to set him off. Still though, his overreaction was a bit extreme. I would have to remember not to bring Will up again.

For once, Gabriel broke the silence. "I spoke with Eli. He agrees with me that we need to test your fighting ability. You'll start tomorrow."

I swallowed a bit nervously. I knew I was a pretty good fighter by my pack's standards, but what would the Black Mountains Pack think?

I asked the question that I had been pondering for a while. "Why are you testing me? Do you plan on having me join the pack?"

"No wolf can go on living with this pack without being tested."

I bristled slightly at the way he phrased that. Was being his Mate not good enough? I felt a rush of determination to prove myself to him, even though part of me felt insulted that I would have to go to such lengths. With a twinge of insecurity, I thought that maybe my Mate didn't think I was worthy. My Wolf growled lowly at the notion.

"You were gone a long time." I decided to change the subject, not wanting to get into another argument.

Gabriel didn't respond for a moment; instead, he began to head towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" He asked, clearly not wanting to address the earlier issue.

I sighed, making my way down the rest of the stairs to follow him. "I guess," I replied, somewhat sullenly. Why was it so damn hard to talk to my own Mate? I felt like it was harder now than it had been that first night in the clearing!

Gabriel opened the refrigerator, scanning the contents. He seemed determined not to look at me.

"Normally, one of the pack cooks takes care of the meals." He pulled out a plastic container. I caught the scent of chicken and my hunger intensified.

"Where are they now?"

"I gave her the day off," he replied.

I nodded aimlessly, wondering if he sent the cook away because I was going to be here. Gabriel swiftly transferred a few fried chicken breasts to a plate, pulled out some paper towels to cover them, and shoved it unceremoniously into the microwave without a word. Typical bachelor cooking style, reheating leftovers in the microwave, I thought wryly. I shifted from foot to foot, itching to say something.

"Earlier-" I began, but he cut me off, turning to look at me. I resisted the urge to shudder under his heavy gaze.

"Don't talk about.....him. Other males. My Wolf doesn't like it." He said shortly, turning away from me after he did so. I blinked, surprised at the admission. My Wolf liked the idea of her Mate being possessive, and I had to admit some part of me did, too. Even if he was going overboard.

"Okay but-"

"Just don't." He muttered. I huffed in mild irritation but dropped it, changing the topic.

"What happened in the woods earlier?"

Gabriel placed both hands on the counter, sighing. "I scented a vampire."

"W-what?" I stammered, feeling a flutter of fear, although I wasn't that surprised that they were still following me. Why hadn't I scented them myself?

"They may have figured out where you are, although a vampire could not have followed us here during the day. I've doubled the patrols again." He did not seem pleased.

"Why couldn't I smell it?"

"Most vampires are much weaker than werewolves, physically. However, they leave almost no traceable scent. It is nearly impossible to track them. In that they have an advantage."

I bit my lip, remembering the time I'd been watched in the woods but I'd barely caught a scent, and how I could hardly smell the vampires when they were in the same room as me. It made me nervous that I couldn't rely on my werewolf senses.

It was then that I recalled with a jolt the names I'd overheard in the storage unit. I hadn't had a chance to question (or even talk to) Gabriel about it before, as we'd left for his pack village pretty much immediately after my father healed my injuries. Everything had been so hectic that I'd forgotten to share the information I'd gathered.

"Speaking of vampires....the two you killed mentioned another one. Antonio. And said something about Antonio having a master. Does that name ring any bells?"

Gabriel's eyes darkened, and he slowly shook his head. "No. I always thought they were solitary." I got the feeling that there was more to it than that.

"How do you know so much about them?"

He turned his head slightly, and I saw his jaw clench. "I was told about them when I was much younger. I was warned they might look for me."

"Why do they want you?" I faintly realized that we were actually having a normal conversation, or at least a conversation without shouting.

Gabriel's shoulders tensed. He remained silent. The seconds trickled by, but still he didn't respond.

"....Gabriel?" I asked hesitantly.

Gabriel made a noise deep in his throat, almost akin to a growl. "Don't do that." His voice had taken on a rough edge as he spoke.

"Don't do what?"

"Don't....say my name like that." He was gripping the countertop tightly.

I was about to ask why, when my Wolf's inner smirk clued me in. Oh. I tried not to blush as I realized what he meant.

I felt the tension thickening yet again. I was craving the conversation with him, wanting an explanation for my question about the vampires, but the microwave suddenly beeped loudly, effectively ending the conversation.

Gabriel seemed relieved for the interruption as he opened the microwave and pulled the food out. The juicy scent invaded my nose, making my mouth water. He divvied the food out onto two plates, grabbing a loaf of bread from a bowl near the refrigerator. He opened the appliance again and pulled out two bottles of water. He set one in front of me and indicated that I grab my plate and drink. I did so, hesitating slightly before I made my way into the dining room. The table was large and expensive-looking, but I could tell Gabriel didn't use it often.

I sat down in the nearest chair, half-expecting Gabriel to take his food upstairs and eat by himself, but to my surprise he walked around the table and sat down across from me, placing the bread between us. To any outsider, it would have looked like a typical couple sitting down to eat. I looked down at my food and blushed. This activity just seemed so...normal, especially for our unconventional relationship. If one could even call it a 'relationship'.

I registered Gabriel's eyes on me, and I slowly looked up to meet his gaze.

"Eat," He ordered sternly, as if I were a small child.

"Okay, bossy," I murmured under my breath and grabbed a piece of bread. I was somewhat nervous being this close to Gabriel and I could feel my Wolf's awareness at our proximity. As if on cue, my Wolf began to push a few...inappropriate thoughts into my head. I scolded her mentally, trying to get the lustful thoughts of my head, but I couldn't help but observe the way Gabriel's muscles rippled as he lifted the food to his mouth, or the faint scent of sweat that still clung to him.

'Dammit, Skylar!' I thought as I felt yet another blush creep onto my cheeks. Sometimes I hated my pale skin, it did nothing to hide embarrassment.

A moment of silent eating passed, but just as I was about to attempt another conversation Gabriel froze, his eyes becoming unfocused. I could tell he was having a mental conversation with another pack member. I let my mind wander as Gabriel had his silent conference. How often would we sit at this table to eat together? Would we ever get to the point where there was no discomfort between us? I realized that Gabriel always refrained from any physical contact with me. It was difficult to imagine the progression of our relationship.

He set his food back onto his plate, sighing, and I knew the internal conversation was over.

"Pack business." He stood up, looking resigned. The self-deprecating part of me wondered if he was glad to get away from the awkward conversation with me, then I berated my own insecurity.

He wants to be here with us, my Wolf said firmly in argument with my insecure thoughts.

I realized I was still sitting there, staring blankly at Gabriel as picked up his plate, throwing the scraps away. I wondered if this was a frequent occurrence. He had such a big pack that there was probably always someone that needed help. I felt a pang of sympathy for him despite myself. Alpha Brett always had a hectic schedule, and my pack was only half the size of the Black Mountains Pack. Gabriel had a lot on his shoulders.

He was exiting the kitchen now and heading towards the front door. For a second, I genuinely thought he would leave the house without a word. I felt a surge of sadness; despite all of my reservations, I still wanted to be close to Gabriel and I couldn't do anything about it. That was just the Mating bond at work.

Because of thoughts like these, I was surprised when Gabriel froze in the doorway, facing away from me, shoulders hunched. He stood there a moment, unmoving.

When he spoke, his voice was even deeper than normal, and there was an undertone in his voice that I couldn't place.

"The pack will come around. They're just wary of strangers."

I blinked, surprised. So he'd noticed the uncertainty and the animosity at the pack meeting, then.

"How do you know they'll warm up to me?" I asked, hoping he'd elaborate.

There was a heartbeat of silence. I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

"It's impossible not to," he said, so softly I could barely catch the words. An instant later I heard the front door to the house open, and Gabriel was gone.

I sat there for several seconds, heart pounding. Had he really just said that? I couldn't help the warmth that had rushed through me at his words. It was probably the nicest thing he had ever said to me. I was also completely bewildered, as his words were totally at odds with his behavior. Gabriel was saying it was impossible not to warm up to me, yet he hadn't been warm at all. Until he said that.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my racing emotions. It scared me that one little sentence from Gabriel could elicit such a reaction from me.

I finished my food in a hurry and disposed of the plate, my cheeks still feeling warm from my Mate's words. I began to head upstairs towards my room, my mind going over our conversation over and over again in my head. It hadn't ended in an argument thankfully enough. Perhaps we were making progress. If his pack 'came around', like he said, maybe I'd have an easier time being here. I still had to wrap my head around Gabriel and his multiple personalities but I felt even more determined to get to know him now. Something told me that if there was goodness there, the hard work would be worth it.

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Half an hour later I was bathed and clad in my nightclothes, lying in the surprisingly soft bed. My body was tired but my mind would not rest despite the fact that I knew it had to be super late at night and I wouldn't get much sleep. Aside from the thought that I would be sleeping in Gabriel's house tonight (although he wasn't back yet), I couldn't shake my nervousness about the day to come. I would be tested, he said. That likely meant I would have to mock-fight one of his trained wolves for practice. I desperately wanted to rise to his pack's standards; I couldn't imagine the difficulties I would face if I was perceived as weak. I couldn't let these wolves see my fear.

Trying to quiet my Wolf, who was pining for her Mate, I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. I dimly registered a faint rumble of thunder in the distance. Despite the comforts of my room, I felt lonely. I missed my family and my pack. My Wolf and I couldn't help but imagine being in Gabriel's bed, inhaling his scent as I fell asleep. I wasn't brave enough to creep in his room again but perhaps if I got to know him well enough I'd feel comfortable doing so.

I quietly exhaled, forcing my whirlwind of thoughts to slow as it began to rain outside, the droplets splattering lightly against the windowpane.

As I began to doze, my thoughts were increasingly scrambled. The last wayward thought I had before I fell asleep was of the pure white feather and the beautiful silver locket in Gabriel's closet. Where had they come from?

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A/N: So, like stated before, the actress for Skylar isn't set in stone, which is why I haven't added her to the character list. :) However, I feel as if this actress is very fitting because she has the natural, naive, vulnerable look that I believe suits Skylar well. If you don't like her, don't let it ruin the story for you (although personally I feel like I have good taste!) So check the picture out and let me know what you think! If you all are good, I'll have a picture of Gabriel next chapter.

Please keep voting and commenting! I read every single comment and it means a lot.

Lastly, a few more issues concerning Gabriel will be addressed next chapter. I tried to add some interesting hints about his past in this one....let me know what you thought and your theories. :)

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