I was pulling on my school blazer when I heard heavy footsteps approaching my bedroom door. The familiar sound of my father's expensive Italian shoes on the marble hallway made me tense up immediately. Even without my enhanced hearing, I would have recognized the authoritative gait of the Blackwood Pack's Alpha.

Here we go again.

"Gabriel," Dad's voice came through the door, followed by a gentle knock. "Can I come in?"

"It's your house," I replied curtly, not bothering to ...