HAVEN POV Friday night could not arrive fast enough, and yet somehow it also arrived too quickly. After rehearsal, I rushed home to shower, knowing I would need as much time as possible for my curls to dry properly. I used my diffuser, though, which I usually avoided since it was so heavy and a pain in the ass to use. I kept my towel wrapped tightly around me as I stood in front of my closet, staring at my carefully organized clothes, sorted by style and color. They stared back at me, taunting me, playing on my insecurities. I pushed them down, though. He had asked me on a date. He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t interested. And our banter had been fun. And the connection between us had been clear. I pulled out a blue floral maxi dress with spaghetti straps and a slit up the leg, and a pair of white platform wedges, and then walked to my dresser. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a matching white lace bralette and panty set, blushing even though no one was there to see me

WESLEY POV I choked on my spit and glared at Reid, who was standing in a t-shirt and his boxers. In my kitchen. Holding a bag of Cheetos. “How does everyone keep breaking into my house?” I asked. Reid scoffed. “Please, I’ve had a key since your first week here.” “But you always knock when you come over.” “Yeah, but that’s cause I know you’re here,” he said with an eye roll. He lifted the Cheeto bag at me and said, “Glad to see you upped your snack game.” “Yeah, you can thank Maddie for that,” I grumbled. “Oh, I already did,” he laughed. I rubbed my forehead to hide my annoyance at finding him here after my date. My very successful date. “How’d you know that was the Sugar Plum Fairy music?” I asked, to avoid lashing out at him. “Really? We only watched The Nutcracker like… a bazillion times that Christmas. Not to mention all the times you listened to the music when you were writing Haven letters.” Reid chuckled and shook his head. “As if I could ever forget any of those tunes

HAVEN POV “Where are we going?” I asked Wesley as I climbed into his truck, dressed in my purple leotard and black skirt from earlier that morning. “It’s Wednesday,” he said as he pulled away from the theater. I cocked my head at him and waited for him to elaborate. “Where did you see me last Wednesday?” he asked. “Oh!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening. “Oh, that’s genius!” I added as I realized who he was thinking I should give my premiere tickets to. “You’re welcome,” he winked, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss. “And I am definitely a genius.” “You’re definitely cocky,” I teased. His lips twitched into a smirk and I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Oh, my god that isn’t even what I meant and you know it,” I told him, reaching over and shoving him with my other hand. “You said it,” he shrugged. “Well, it’s true,” I told him. “Is it?” “Yes. Even Maya said so,” I said without thinking. His brows lifted. “Did she now?” he mused. “Yes. Right before she told me you

WESLEY POV I looked out at the rest of the members of the audience as I sat in the theater the night of Haven’s and the company’s premiere of The Sleeping Beauty. The excitement in the air was palpable. I could scent it on everyone in attendance. I didn’t realize ballet would be so popular in the city near our pack, but almost every seat at the performance was sold out. Reid sat between Nolan and me, but I wasn’t sure where Seb was. I’d thought I had scented him entering the theater, but then his scent faded and disappeared. A hand waving caught my eye, and I looked down towards the front of the theater to see Shirley waving at me, a huge smile on her face, and Jack sitting next to her, an almost identical smile on his face. I waved back at them, happy to see them supporting Haven. They had become like family to us since they moved here, and I knew just how much they missed Haven, just how much they regretted the way everything went down when Jack had his stroke. For them to find h

HAVEN POVI walked out of the door and into the garden, and right away Maya looped her arm through mine, the bright yellow silk of her gown standing out against the lilac of mine. She had her dark coils smoothed back into a low bun, a rhinestone comb slid snug up against it, and she’d added just enough makeup to her face to give herself a subtle shimmery glow.“I never thought I’d see the day when the wolfketeers would come to the ballet. Voluntarily. And enjoy it,” she said as we walked through the garden under the stars, winding our way through the tables laden with candles, eucalyptus and floral arrangements, and the planters filled with jasmine.“Wait, the what?” I asked, turning to stare at her, a small laugh spilling from my lips. “Did you just call them the ‘wolfketeers’?”She blinked for a second, then pursed her lips and shrugged and said, “Yeah.”“Like the musketeers?”“Yeah. But when we were growing up, they were like a little pack of wolves, always running around the forest