I stared out the car window and refused to get out.
Suddenly, only a hand shoved my shoulder hard. The woman who'd been watching me the whole time snapped, "Miss Scarlett, stop stalling. Mrs. Hale is waiting for you in the hall."
I was alone and couldn't fight them, so I had to get out.
The second I stepped out, eyes started sliding toward me, curious, mocking, full of disgust. It was nothing like the polite way people used to treat me when I was still seen as Mrs. Hale.
Since marrying Jaxen, this was the first time I truly felt it: the moment Jaxen didn't want me as his wife anymore, I was nothing in the pack's high society.
I was just his shadow. People only noticed me when the spotlight was on them.
I wanted to shrink back and run away from all those stares.
But the people with m
