The next morning, the mansion buzzed with activity. Party planners filled the space, arranging decorations that felt oddly familiar. By midday, the truth was impossible to ignore—the setup was nearly identical to Selena’s birthday party from two months ago.
And then, as if summoned by my thoughts, she arrived. Dressed in a sleek red dress, her scent wafted through the room, an obnoxious mix of vanilla and floral notes that made my wolf recoil.
Selena sauntered over, a smug smile curling her lips. “I hope you like the decorations,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I designed them myself. Thought they’d suit your… style.”
I stared at her, my wolf stirring under my skin. My eyes flicked to the necklace she wore—a crescent moon pendant encrusted with diamonds. My necklace. The one Nicho had given me on our fifth anniversary but had mysteriously gone missing weeks ago.
“A recycled setup for a recycled person,” I said coldly. “It suits you.”