Gabriel’s POV

My brothers were trying to kill me with stress. Before our cousin could assassinate me in a jealous rage. Before a rival pack could take me out, or even before I died of an ulcer, my brothers would do it, making me worry to death.

Assholes.

First Gael wouldn’t answer his phone during the party, now Missael was pulling the exact same crap. He at least sent me an automated text telling me that he was driving and would talk later, so ...