The world snapped back into place with a violent lurch.
Noise crashed into me first. Laughter. Music. Clinking glasses. Wolves talking over one another like it was the most normal thing in existence.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
The time loop restarting.
Again.
My heels were planted on polished marble. My fingers were wrapped around a cold bottle of champagne again. My hair—black, sleek, unfamiliar—fell over my shoulders. The dress clung to me like it hated modesty. Short. Thin straps. Too tight in places it wanted attention.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, the scene was already mocking me. The exact same thing playing out just like the last time. The slow music in the background stopping at the exact time a server passes by me. The soft laugh of a woman behind me. Then, Brielle appearing by the far corner.
