Sloane's POV
I honestly thought Wane's choice was the right one.
I could already picture what kind of madness would go down at a victory party like this. Especially after hearing Emily brag earlier—she'd arranged plenty of "pretty girls" just for Wolfheart's team.
Walking away was the smartest move.
But then his teammates crowded in, boxing us in from every side.
"Come on, Wane, you're the heart of our team. If you don't show up, the whole celebration will feel empty."
"Bring your gorgeous Mate with you! We'll give you two all the privacy you want—we won't get in the way."
"We're a team, right? If you're not there, it won't feel complete. And besides… Coach James is coming too."
I knew how much Wane cared about them. To him, they weren't just teammates—they were family. Almost like
