Zara
The girl was wearing a blue shimmery dress, her dark hair tied back with a white ribbon. She must have been about my age when she rolled my luggage in, set it against the wall, and turned to face me.
"Hello! Mistress. I am Asbela. I am at your service whenever you need me," she offered with a pleasant smile, placing her hand over her heart.
About medium height, with a round face, she radiated a friendly aura. Her smile touched her caramel-brown eyes.
"Hello! Asbela. Zara will be fine. No need for formalities." I smiled back, sliding off the comfortable bed and approaching her.
"Noted, but Alpha might not like the idea."
I turned to the poor she-wolf. I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and winked.
"I will deal with your Alpha. Don't worry."
She pursed her lips tightly, and I saw her trying to suppress a smile.
"Okay! Zara. Should I help you unpack?" she asked softly, her gaze flicking over my suitcases.
"Yes, please."
