Esmeralda
I let my gaze get lost in those oval-shaped green eyes of his. Gem-stone green eyes that pierced through me as if trying to read me. At once, they darkened as I could feel his wolf wanting to take over. Those cold, strange, ruthless eyes that were fixed on me suddenly melted as they were replaced with softness and curiosity. I knew what he was thinking without him saying it.
His eyes roamed my dried, tangled strawberry-coloured hair with questions on his mind. It was rare for a wolf to have strawberry-coloured hair. I was grateful that he didn't ask me how I possessed such weird hair colour because I didn't know how. Once, my father told me that every firstborn of the Harper family possessed certain powers and the confirmation of such powers was having strawberry-coloured hair
