Esme POV
I entered Skye’s office to find a tall, red haired man leaning against her desk. His emerald eyes glowed with curiosity, his giant palms gripping the ledge of the wood tightly, his fingers white from the pressure. Behind him, seemingly a lot more relaxed, was Skye. She smiled warmly at me as I walked through the door, gesturing to a seat in front of her desk. I took it, gladly, my palms beginning to sweat as I nervously looked around the room. I took in my surroundings quickly and quietly, the room filled with aqua and lilac details balanced nicely with royal blues and purples and emerald greens.
“Good morning, Alpha. Good morning, Luna.” I said, politely. I smiled nervously at the tall man, who stared grimly back, sizing me up. I fiddled with the edge of my chair anxiously, c
