Zeke suddenly makes his way around the corner, his footsteps coming to a halt in the doorway, and he takes notice of our rigid frames and harsh glares with his scrutinizing green eyes.

"What happened?" he asks cautiously and slowly, his own muscles turning tense. His eyes dart between me and Gabriel, analyzing us, and trying to understand the thick emotion laced in the air.

I shake my head quickly, prepared to dismiss him and tell him to just leave, but Gabriel's harsh words pierce through the silence before I can.

"She wants to kill herself," Gabriel voices coldly, his eyes never leaving mine even though he's addressing Zeke.

My lips part in shock and disbelief at his abrupt words and I quickly start to say, "No, that's no-"

"You want to do what?" Zeke bellows angrily, cutting me off.

"Dammit, Gabriel," I hiss under my breath, throwing him a hard look before turning to Zeke. "It's not like that, Moose. Just go back upstairs."

"No, tell me what the hell is going on," he demands sternly, taking a few steps closer to stand between me and Gabriel.

My temper flares out of frustration and impatience, eyes flashing crimson red and my hands curling into tight fists.

"It's nothing, Zeke. Go upstairs, now." I bite out, glaring daggers at him in hopes that he will just leave and somehow forget this ever happened.

Gabriel's eyes are fixated on the dagger still sitting on the island, he's staring at it with glazed over eyes, tears threatening to spill onto his cheeks.

Zeke frowns at Gabriel's expression before following his line of sight, noticing the wooden box on the counter and the enchanting weapon that lays inside. He gawks at it in surprise for a few moments, before finally, his eyes flitter to me, rapidly running over my face. The silence between us stretches on, leaving only the sound of the pouring rain to fill it, until he finally speaks.

"Why?" Zeke whispers, sounding devastated, angry, and confused all at once.

"I have my reasons," I answer vaguely after a beat of silence, reluctant to actually give him an explanation.

He strides toward me with a thunderous expression, just close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

After spending time with them, I've noticed that all werewolves have a much higher temperature than the average human and it rises with their anger. The heat radiating off of Zeke right now is telling me that he's absolutely livid.

"What are your reasons?" he shouts bitterly. "Because, I don't think any of them are good enough to justify ending your life!"

"How about not wanting to kill billions of people and raise hell on Earth?" I yell, matching his tone and his anger. "Is that a good enough reason for you?"

His lips part, eyes moving swiftly between mine as he takes in my words.

"What are you talking about?" he eventually asks.

Sighing, I take a step back, my anger fading into apprehension.

"When I turn eighteen, I'll reach my full power, and either Lucifer's darkness will take over, or my mothers angelic grace will. They mix like oil and water, only one can be dominant. If Lucifer's darkness wins, and overpowers the angel grace, then I will lose my soul." I explain, my tone cold and detached, as if this situation doesn't even affect me.

I'm rewarded with his puzzled expression and I can practically see the gears turning in his head. Questions that I don't want to answer, are swimming in his eyes.

"What does that mean?" he asks, a crease forming between his brows. "What will happen if you lose your soul?"

I let out a dark, humorless laugh in response, shaking my head softly and mindlessly running a hand through my hair.

"Losing my soul, means I lose my humanity, my emotions." I answer. "I could wipe out the entire population without even blinking."

Realization crosses his features, mossy green eyes widening slightly and thick, dark eyebrows raising in surprise.

"I won't let that happen," I say, determination laced into every syllable. My eyes shift to Gabriel, who is watching me carefully, his eyes are moving over my face like it's the last time that he'll ever see me.

"If it comes down to that, you need to be the one to do it, Gabe," I say quietly, eyes flicking to the dagger and then back to him.

He shakes his head instantly and mumbles, "No, I won't do it."

"Gabe," I whisper, my stone cold expression falling for only a second, when I see the hurt written over his features. "There's no other way."

He shakes his head in denial again.

Suddenly, his eyes sharpen, his jaw is set and he squares his shoulders. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, my mind reeling as I watch him intently.

"I wont lose you," he says firmly.

In one quick movement, he grabs the hilt of the dagger and pulls it out of its wooden home. Feathery white wings shoot out of his back, snapping to his sides. I recognize what he's about to do, my eyes widening, and I quickly start toward him.

"Gabriel, don't you dare," I shout angrily.

He shoots me an apologetic expression, just long enough for me to glimpse the tear rolling down his left cheek, before his wings flap hard around him, whipping through the air with incredible force. The sudden rush of wind and power forces Zeke and I to fly across the room, landing into the opposite wall.

I crash into the dry wall hard, hearing it crumble and crack under the force of my fall, but it doesn't affect me nearly as much as it does Zeke, who slides down the wall with a pained expression.

I scramble to my knees, desperately searching the kitchen for Gabriel, only to find that him and the dagger have disappeared completely, leaving only the empty wooden box on the table.

"Dammit!" I shout, slamming the side of my fist into the tile floor hard enough that cracks scatter throughout it.