Not Alone Anymore

Chapter Two

AN: A couple of short chapters in the beggining. I really don't know how to start a book.

Chapter Two

"What is this?" She thought to herself as she read over the latest correspondence from the Nahanni pack to the Denali pack.

Mabel was on her way to another mail drop-off and decided she would get some entertainment from whatever she was delivering. She shrugged off her backpack as she waited for the bus to pick her up, leaned back into the bench's armrest, and got to reading. To her excitement (and disapointment), the usually boring letter was full of drama, but increadibly stupid. She wasn't really surprised, as the Nahanni pack was full of narcissistic idiots.

Her job was to transport information and correspondence from pack to pack as quickly as possible. She was great at her job and loved every moment of it, but even the best jobs get boring in the dull times of the day. She usually found a way around those times, though, by reading all of the letters she was transporting. Sometimes they were just well-wishes and small talk to keep pack relations alive, but other times the letters she carried were letters capable of starting wars and bloodshed.

That was really why Mabel read them. She would rewrite the letters of malice with a similar level of anger, but with much more reasoning and logic, copy their handwriting (she was proud of that nifty ability of hers), and switch out the old letter with her better one. She had stopped countless battles and fights simply by forging some signatures and being nosy. She really did love her job.

This letter that she was reading from the Nahanni pack, though, was another case of a self-righteous alpha who wanted to conquer, and nothing else.

She knew her fair share of dumb alphas who thought they owned the world and deserved it all, but the alpha from Denali had always been one of respect and self-containment. At least, from what she could tell through his letters. Apparently the alpha from the Nahanni pack, Richard Sal, didn't agree with her.

Mabel pulled her down jacket closer around herself. It was another freezing day along the border of Alaska and Canada. The rain wasn't snow yet, but getting close to it. She looked around at the excuse of a town where she had recently stopped for some food, and hoped to get to the Denali pack as soon as possible.

Denali was her favorite pack that she dealt with. It was actually the only pack who she had never had to switch the mail for. She had never met nor seen the alpha who's letters she respected so much, but it let her sleep better at night knowing that there was at least one level headed, good person who ruled over a significant pack such as Denali. She would love to shake his hand in gratitude one day.

As for the Nahanni pack, she had to rewrite their mail at least five times a year. It was almost embarrassing how childlike their requests from their surrounding packs were. It was always "give us more land or else", or "we are going to raid you if you don't meet our demands". It was pitiful how self important they were.

This current letter was all about how the Nahanni pack had gotten into a small war with some pack in the states, and that if the Denali pack didn't help the Nahanni in the war effort, the Denali pack would be seen as much an enemy as the pack in the states.

Mabel scoffed at how a low life such as Richard Sal could end up leading anything at all, much less an entire pack.

She got to work writing the new letter, explaining how "we would be very appreciative if you could help us out with the effort," and how "it would strengthen both our pack's relations, as well as our trading and economy," but left out the poorly made threats and aggression. She hated that she even had to deliver a piece of trash such as this, but at least she was able to slow down the damages.

She expertly signed the letter to look exactly like Richard Sal's writing, and slipped it into her replicated envelope with a replicate seal and everything. Not even the best detective could tell it was a fake.

The bus arrived and she hopped on, grateful to be done with her real work and to get out of the rain. Her next stop was the Denali pack. Maybe she would have a little talk with their alpha when she arrived.