WESLEY POV
“Haven?”
I took a small, hesitant step towards her. I wanted to touch her, to put my hands on her and check if she was real. But I stopped in my tracks when she crossed her arms and tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body. As if it was a shield.
Why would she react like that? Like she needed to protect herself. How could she think I would hurt her? Had someone else hurt her? My Lycan did not like that idea.
I pushed those thoughts away as she shook her head again, her loose curls swaying with the motion. Her face scrunched up in confusion, and she looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry, I — this is—”
“It’s me. Wesley,” I told her, taking another small step forward. “We used to—”
“Yeah. No. I mean — I know who you are, I just — how?” she stammered. “How is this poss
