Not Alone Anymore

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Collin sat down at his walnut tree desk and waited for Mabel to start as she sat across from him. This was not how he thought his night was going to go.

Mabel looked around. The Alpha of the Denali pack was a simple, quiet man, and his office was an exact match to his personality. He was not one for fanfare. As with all werewolf packs, there wasn't any modern technology present. Everything was hand crafted out of the wilderness around them. The lights were all from fire, and there was never any heating because werewolves didn't need heating. Sometimes being a human was the worst.

But that was why she was so valuable to the werewolf community. They didn't trust their important transactions to be delivered by incapable government run postal services; they needed someone to do it for them who would be able to keep watch over every delivery at all times. But along with that, they were completely against modern technology usage and wouldn't dare lay a finger on the idea of taking busses or planes to deliver things to other packs. So as a compromise, a human was to deliver the goods from pack to pack, as they could use the technology, watch over each package, and do it quickly and efficiently without being caught as a werewolf. Little did they know how much their precious mail was tampered with, she smugly thought.

She kept all of her heavy jackets on as she sat down in his chair, but pulled her gloves off to grab the letter in her bag. She placed it on his desk and leaned back as she waited for him to read it.

He glanced down at the letter and then at her.

"You want me to read this, right now, in front of you?"

She politely batted her eyes at him, "Only if you are able to read. If not, I can read it for you. I know how primal all you werewolf folk can be."

Collin wasn't sure if she was being serious or not. A traveler like her had probably come across those who were more dedicated to their wolf side than their human side. Those who had given up on something so trivial as the written language.

He was saved from trying to decipher her meaning when she laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. You just seemed like you needed a laugh. But please do read this; despite how I'm acting, it really is important, alpha."

He hated the term alpha. He only let his pack refer to him as their "leader" or some other variation, if not his name. Alpha was an overused term to hold power over those who weren't as fortunate to gain the title. There were plenty of other wolves in his pack who were worthy of the same title as him. Anyone could be a leader, but "alpha" was reserved for power-hungry gluttons.

He let it slide, though. She would probably find another way to laugh at him if he explained that to her, and he wasn't sure how he felt about her laughter yet.

The leader opened the letter and read over it. The Nahanni Pack was again asking for their aid after some trouble they had gotten themselves into. It took all of his willpower not to sigh and crumple the paper and put it in the trash where it belonged.

The girl in front of him could tell.

"Annoying, right?" She asked. "And that's the one that I wrote."

She talked as though he knew what she was talking about. He put the paper down on the desk. "Excuse me?"

She plopped another letter onto his desk- same seel as the one he had just opened. His whole body tensed. What exactly had she done?

She raised her eyebrows at him and nudged the letter towards him like it was a present. "Go on, read the original letter. I think I did much better, but you can only put so much makeup on a dump."