Esme's POV
As the next couple days dragged on in a slow blur I found I hadn't left this room in days, I felt like I haven't been out in the sunlight in ages, and going out on the balcony isn't quite the same thing when you want to feel the grass with your own toes.
I have watched from my balcony for days how these werewolves act when in their true form. From what I can tell they like to run, they also like to play fight too. Especially men when it comes to the girls, it's adorable in a way as they try to get the girls attention by flaunting their wolf in front of them.
I also see them actually fight from time-to-time. It's vicious and brutal, and I fear someone will die every single time, but they end up making up at the end of each fight like nothing had happened.
Throwing my over siz
