"Are you sure you want to wear that?"
Juniper stood in the doorway of my room, eyeing my outfit critically. I'd chosen simple black pants, a white button down shirt, and a blazer. Professional. Serious. The kind of thing you wear when you're about to testify in front of a hundred werewolves about corruption and murder.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, checking my reflection.
"Nothing, if you're going to a job interview. But Mary, you're not just any wolf testifying. You're a Healer Alpha. The last of a legendary bloodline. You should look the part." She held up a dress she'd brought. "Wear this."
The dress was beautiful. Deep emerald green that would bring out my eyes. Elegant but strong. The kind of thing a queen would wear.
"It's too much," I said.
"It's exactly enough. You want th
