I stepped off the plane in Helmont Town, my suitcase dragging behind me like a weight on my soul. A driver from the Lowe pack was waiting, and soon I was sitting on their plush living room couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my shirt, nerves buzzing like a swarm of bees.
After what felt like forever, a gentle voice broke the silence. "You must be Amelia?"
I looked up to see a she-wolf in a flowing dress, her beauty defying her age, her eyes warm and kind. I stood, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yes, Mrs. Lowe."
Helena's smile was bright, her grace untouched by time. I couldn't help myself. "You look so young."
She laughed, a warm, musical sound. "Sweet pup, come sit by me. I've heard you're smart, sweet, and just too darn lovable—now I see it's all true."
I blushed, scooting close
