Grayson’s point of view ---
My head was ablaze with pain, unlike anything I had experienced in my 24 wolf years. Awakening to this agony, I found my sister had barged in, yanking the drapes open and leaping onto me, stirring me from a heavy slumber. The events of the night before were a blur; though it's uncommon for me—as a wolf—to succumb to inebriation, I vaguely recalled consuming several Long Island iced teas.
Esme's beauty was truly captivating. Her dark black hair was adorned with striking emerald-green highlights, adding a touch of enchantment to her appearance. Those emerald-shaded eyes seemed to hold a mysterious allure, drawing me in with their hypnotic gaze.
Stephanie's friend, Esme, exuded a certain elegance and grace that made it hard to look away. Despite her physical b
