Fifty-Seven

Kaylee's P.O.V.

Gabriel was stern as he ordered everyone in the room with a phone to begin dialing any contact they had in the Blood Moon pack. He was insistent that we needed to speak with the Alpha, my father, as soon as possible. A few people moved to the conference room across the hall, but Parker, Gabriel, and I remained in the office with Oliver.

I watched him shift, his chains rattling as he pulled at them with irritation. His head tilted to the side, and the burn marks under the collar stood out in a bright red. "Alpha Gabriel, can we at least take the chains off? He just proved that he was willing to cooperate and was telling the truth."

"He proved that he is not privy to the actions and decisions of his Alpha and Luna, not that he is not a threat to our pack." Gabriel glared at Oliver, and I bit my lip as Oliver stretched his neck again, showing off the fresh burn. "As long as he is under constant supervision and the silver is still in his system, the chains can be remov