Olivia's POV
I hadn't downed this much booze in years, and my stomach was empty.
Even though Wendy helped me drink a few glasses later on, I still had quite a bit throughout the night.
After dinner, I escorted them to the door.
As soon as I turned around, I felt a strong discomfort in my stomach. I tried my best to suppress it and said to Wendy, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After saying so, I dashed to the bathroom and barely made it before I hurled everything up.
After that, I felt a lot better.
Werewolves had a strong self-healing ability, which was not only evident in injuries but also in situations like this. I could quickly recover from physical discomfort.
I splashed some cold water on my face and sobered up.
"You good?" I couldn't help but check in with my wolf.
"I'm not v
