I didn’t know which was more insulting: the assumption that I didn’t own anything suitable to wear or the arrogance of choosing something for me without asking... especially after he ignored my existence in his pack house since yesterday.
Either way, it was funny.
I turned back to my closet, my fingers brushing over a deep blue dress with and a simple neckline. It wasn’t too flashy, but it made me feel like myself—strong, poised, beautiful.
Exactly how I intended to look when I stood in front of the Blood Crescent pack.
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I slipped the soft material of my dress over my head, fingers smoothing it down with more force than necessary.
My reflection in the mirror stared back at me...sharp-eyed, guarded, unimpressed. My jaw tightened as I adjusted the neckline and reached for one of th
