Chapter 75: Bitter Claims
(Charlotte's POV)
The moment I stepped back into the corridor outside the healing den, I saw him. Gabriel stood just beyond, near the edge of the small garden, the unmistakable glow of his gabrielwort cigarette giving him away. He exhaled a long stream of smoke that curled up toward the twilight, his features bathed in its ghostly haze.
For a second, I stopped. My wolf, Cora, huffed uneasily, her presence stirring beneath my skin. The sight of him…it dragged old emotions up to the surface. Regret. Frustration. Anger.
I squared my shoulders. "Gabriel," I called, my voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
His head turned slightly, golden eyes locking on mine. There was something almost lazy about his posture, leaning against the low brick wall, but h
