SIX MONTHS LATER — NOVEMBER
WESLEY POV
Glittering lights. Rustling fabrics and programs. Instruments tuning. Whispering voices.
A theater filled with audience members for the opening night of The Nutcracker this season at The Redwood Forest Ballet Company. A full house, as Haven had taught me.
And all of them were here for her.
The pack had bought out the house for the evening, so every single member of that audience was here because they were supporting their luna.
Because tonight, she would dance the role of The Sugar Plum Fairy.
“Thank you again,” I muttered, turning to look at Imogen.
She rubbed at a spot on her red painted fingernails, a wrinkle between her brows. “I told you already, I needed the break. Some time to breathe and kick my feet up and just remind myself that I’m
