Esme stared after her friend who had met her first mate and was almost killed by him. She shivered from the memory of Marcus falling down that cliff. The idea of losing him or Gabriel to Ethan would utterly destroy her, which was why she didn't plan on intentionally seeking him out. But that was something the she-wolf needed to think more about than her passing thoughts of her vile first mate.
"Enough of that," Gabriel whispered behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his nose into her hair, sneakily smelling her scent. "When you are ready, we will sort it out."