~Gabriel~
As I sat at the table, my senses on high alert, I observed Alaric's subtle shift in demeanor as Azaria returned from the restroom, visibly agitated. There was an underlying tension in the air, one that I couldn't quite shake off. Ever since the arrival of the fae, my wolf had been restless, aching for something, but unable to pinpoint what it was. Azaria's return seemed to ease his concerns, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
With a quick mind link to Hunter, I excused myself, feeling the need to distance myself from the crowded ballroom. The scent of roses greeted me as I stepped into the garden, their fragrance soothing my frayed nerves. I sought solace on a secluded bench, attempting to calm my restless thoughts.
"Would you chill the fuck out, dude?"
