“Miss Helena Adams?”
The tiny werewolf girl looked up as Victor Grantz handed her a letter, with a perfect red wax seal keeping it closed.
“Oh?” She gently took the envelope, running her paw pads over it before carefully opening it.
The note inside was written in braille- Completely unreadable to anyone else but herself. She’s been expecting this letter for a long time.
“What does it say?” asked Lucky, who was sitting right next to her.
Helena smiled, her tail giving a small wag.
“Our ask box is finally open.”















