Matt POV
Esme and I were sitting at the main table, with our breakfast laying forgotten on the table. The second we sat down, some of the pack’s children came over and began asking questioning Esme, asking her things like where did she come from? Did she have an children they could play with? Is she a magic wolf like Luna Maria or Luna Skye?
Esme laughed these questions off, instead choosing to respond by turning her hair a shade of hot pink. The children gasped, before running back to their tables to tell their moms what they’d seen.
“Impressive.” I remarked, folding my arms. I smiled as she tuned down the colour to its usual raven colour, and her blue eyes shone at the compliment.
“Thank you. Transfiguration is fun.” She said, wiggling her shoulders happily as she bit into a piece
