Twenty-five

"You can call me Greyson," the kind gentleman with a warm gentle smile said. He had striking dark ginger hair and a neatly shaved beard under his chin. The second son to the alpha of the raven's pack. He saved me.

"I am Esmerald, Esme for short. I am so glad, I never got to thank you for saving me-" wanting to convey my utmost gratitude.

"It was my pleasure, " he answered. With a half smile. Then he added, "And here I thought you were avoiding me." He mentioned, an all-knowing smirk directed at Lucien who scowled at him in return. I grew confused by the malicious gazes exchanged between them.

Greyson turned to me, with a soft smile. "It must be very difficult living in the constant fear of what might happen to you next," he said, his words laced with concern. I felt touched.

"It's not-..." I was cut off by Lucien.