Chapter 125: The Flight of Fate
(Damien's POV)
The wine glass trembled in my hand as an overwhelming sense of dread crashed over me like a tidal wave. My wolf was howling inside my chest, clawing at my ribs with desperate urgency.
I fumbled for my phone, my fingers shaking as I checked the date. October 15th.
My blood turned to ice. This was the exact date. In my past life, this was when Elara died.
The dinner party around me faded into meaningless noise. Laughter and conversation became distant echoes as panic seized my throat.
I tried calling her. The phone rang once, twice, then went straight to voicemail.
"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, drawing startled looks from the other guests.
Without a word of explanation, I grabbed my coat and bolted from the restaurant. My
