ARIELLE
"Miss Arielle, you've got a delivery!"
Marine practically burst into my room, her voice bright and breathless, a small ivory envelope clutched triumphantly in her right hand. I lifted my gaze from the book I'd been reading, blinking in surprise as I slowly set it aside.
"Who is it from? I'm not expecting any invitations—there's nothing public going on right now."
"The delivery man said it's from Miss Claire Turner of the Morning Star Pack."
"Claire Turner?" I repeated, frowning slightly as I accepted the envelope. The name on the front gleamed in elegant gold script, and my confusion only deepened.
Claire was of alpha bloodline—the eldest of three daughters in the Turner family, renowned for their pharmaceutical empire that catered to both humans and wolves alike.
