Under the sheets: Part One

Gabriel stared down at his little she-wolf curled up under the black silk bedsheets, her dark brown hair tousled and falling down her back. After she passed out, he tucked her in and couldn't help but watch her. His eyes roamed her body both in awe at how beautiful she was and assessing her scars while she slept. He couldn't understand why anyone would do such horrific and cruel things to their mate. From his understanding of the bond between werewolf partners, Esme's mate would feel everything she felt unless he blocked it out. 

Either way, it was sickening to think about. 

Gabriel raised his hand and stroked Esme's cheek as he gazed upon her adoringly; he couldn't imagine ever hurting her. But then again, he never imagined killing his first love. He looked away from Esme, his gaze hardening from the pang of betrayal he still felt from her.