The woman standing in front of him in that midnight-blue gown looked like someone he had never known a day in his life.
The dress hugged her in a way that made heads turn without her even trying. The fabric shimmered every time she moved, catching the firelight and the glow from the overhead fixtures, making her look almost unreal.
During their entire seven years of marriage, she had never dressed like that for him. Not once. Not on anniversaries. Not at pack events. Not in private. Back then, she had been simple, understated, almost invisible beside him.
And now she stood there glowing like she had been saving this version of herself for somebody else.
It pissed him off more than it should have.
Ever since the last time he ran into her years ago, when he had sworn to himself that he would never cross paths with her again, he had treated her like a closed file in his life. Done. Finished. Irrelevant. He had convinced himself she would stay far away from his world.
