Chapter 39

The older man reached for Gabriel with a lightening hand, however Gabriel ducked and weaved so his opponent wasn't capable to find a grip. Yet, the moment the older man was off balance, Gabriel got his arms fisted in the man's thick, fur jacket, and snapped him down as he delivered his knee up in a swift strike.

The man groaned, but twisted out of Gabriel's grip, his palms looped around Gabriel's thigh and pulling up on his leg.

The two tumbled and twisted, their fists pummeling, both of them grunting as blows landed. Then they almost tripped into the fire and Amelia gasped.

Robert took her wrist in his large hand that included half her forearm and tugged her back.

“You can watch, however you can't… assist him.”

“Why not?” she hissed.

“He isn't phase of the pack again, yet. The wolves have to prioritize pack members. They'll be waiting until one of the higher wolves sees him. Until then… till then you have to sim