Chapter 84: Drunken Rage
(Gabriel's POV)
The world swayed around me, a dizzying blur of lights and muffled sounds. The wolfsbane whiskey clung to my senses, numbing the ache in my chest. Yet, it failed to drown the infernal storm in my head.
My feet carried me aimlessly down the Silver Moon Tavern’s dimly lit halls. Somewhere in the haze of my alcohol-clouded thoughts, splintered images of Charlotte haunted me. Her smile. Her scent. The way she would once look at me with eyes full of trust, full of… love.
That trust was gone now. And it was my doing.
I hated myself for it.
Her last words to me echoed in the back of my mind, mingling with my wolf's agitated growls. They stung like fresh wounds, raw and insistent. Yet, even those memories failed to fully snap me out of my drunken
