The blue gown felt a bit cold against my skin as I smoothed it down over my hips.
I had to admit it was a masterpiece. It had been sent to my suite by Diego, complete with a high silver collar that swept down into an open, elegant back.
I exhaled through my nose as I stared at the full-length mirror. The dress was designed to project power. However, my reflection resembled a stranger.
My fingers instinctively rested over the faint, pale mark on the right side of my collarbone—the place where Silas’s mate claim had once begun to form before he severed it.
Even with Dr. Elena’s tinctures, the faint throb was still somewhere beneath my heart. No matter how terribly Silas had broken me, eight months of dreams, promises, and sacred pack traditions couldn't be erased in a single night.
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