Charles
Grace's delighted squeal reached my ears moments after I heard the door open. The scent of another werewolf, a man, drifted into the room. I looked at Eason as I heard the man’s laughter ring out.
"Jackson!" Grace exclaimed, her laughter mingling with the excitement in her voice.
Eason’s eyes widened. He set his laptop aside and jumped up. I followed and was greeted by the sight of her with her arms wrapped around the man tightly. Her legs were wrapped around him as he kicked the door closed and spun her around.
Her expression was bright with joy. I took the man in. He was around her age, with a warm smile on his face and a blissful look on his face. There was something about the scent he was giving off, the way he held her, something that made it feel as though they were
