SIX MONTHS LATER — MAY
HAVEN POV
Spring in Crescent Lake was just as beautiful as I imagined. The spring festival the pack held on the shore of the lake every year — the one he’d written to me about in the letter I never received — was a blast. I ate more food than I should have and stayed up way too late dancing with Wesley and all our friends and family. And in the early hours of the morning, after we’d gone home, my mate held me close and made love to me, whispering to me and caressing me with the same care and tenderness he’d shown me on our first night together.
That was all a few weeks ago. Now, we were gathered by the shore of the lake again, but for a different reason.
For Wesley’s alpha ceremony. For him and his friends and brother to take over the pack. And for me to become t
