Chapter Eight
The manor was mostly silent when Gabriel finally headed upstairs, save for the rhythmic snoring of the wolf behind one of the bedroom doors. It sounded human. It sounded normal.
Gabriel pressed his hand to the door and closed his eyes, wiping the memory of Cole’s emaciated wolf form from his mind. Cole was a tough, take-no-prisoners bastard, and he’d come through the worst of it. He was going to be just fine.
“Welcome back, mate,” he whispered.
In the guest suite at the end of the hall, Gabriel finally found his witch, freshly showered and stretched out on the bed in a T-shirt.
Only a T-shirt, the thin fabric clinging to her damp curves, the dark shadows of her n*****s making his mouth water for the taste of her. His gaze trailed down to her thighs, strong and muscular,
