Chapter Nine
By the time the late-morning sun roused Gabriel from a dark and dreamless sleep, Jacinda and the rest of his family were already gathered in the Ravenswood kitchen, the remnants of a monstrous pancakes-and-bacon breakfast scattered across the table, all of them laughing at something Cole had just said.
A welcome sight.
“The stoner wolf returns to the land of the living,” Gabriel said. He’d meant it as a joke, but his voice broke at the end, an unexpected surge of emotion tightening his throat.
“Good as new and twice as handsome.” Cole raked a hand through his scraggly hair, revealing an angry red scar on the left side of his forehead, slicing down through the eyebrow. “Jacinda tells me the ladies love a man with sexy battle scars. It’s a good thing, too, 'cause I got about
