Gavriel peeled the bandage off, the adhesive pulling at his skin, and looked at what was underneath.
Something was glowing. It was shaped like something, but the shape was unfamiliar, and the glow was interesting, and the interesting was sitting on his shoulder doing absolutely nothing threatening.
He tilted his head. The second he touched it, he winced. Not because it hurt, but because it was more sensitive than he realized it would be.
His wolf was still silent in his mind.
"Huh."
Gav shrugged. He had just watched himself die in a past life and woke up alone in a room with empty whiskey glasses. A glowing mark on his shoulder was, by the current day's standards, unremarkable.
He pulled on a training suit.
The training suit fit, which meant his body hadn't changed much during the coma, which was either good news or evidence that comas were an underrated weight maintenance strategy. He would keep that joke for Dex.
Dex would hate it. Hating it was the point.
