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I Inhaled deeply, my eyes wandering over to Marshall. He was animated, his hands gesturing as he spoke with a group of pack members. "Excuse me," I murmured, but my voice was swallowed by the surrounding chatter. Marshall didn't even look my way.
Curiosity gnawed at me, an insistent tug I couldn't ignore. The woman bore an uncanny resemblance to Jane. I needed to find out if it was really her. Pushing through the crowd, my heart pounded in my chest. The lively music and laughter around me dulled to a faint hum as my focus zeroed in on the mysterious figure ahead.
She moved effortlessly among the guests, her dark hair glistening under the soft lights, cascading down her back in gentle waves. Her midnight blue dress clung to her form before flowing out in graceful folds, each ste
