Jake's POV
I took a closer look at the woman before me.
Short hair. Crisp Valentino suit. Dior heels. Something didn’t sit with me right.
Angela loved her hair. Knew for a fact that I worshiped it. She would never cut it.
Besides, the Valentino suit and the designer heels? Angela would never step out in such an ensemble. She always chose to dress herself in the simplest outfits. Picking out non-descript labels to wear around the packhouse. Never once had she donned anything that was brand-name.
This woman, however, was decked out from head-to-toe in luxury brands. This woman who resembled and smelled similar to My Angel was totally alien from the wolf I knew. The wolf I knew would never dare to set foot inside one of these shops. Would never deign to sheath her skin with something
