What's that?" Ed asks.
"Dunno. Looks like a wedding invitation." You smell it. Human. A sweaty human. Maybe a nervous human? Weird. Why would a human be leaving a letter on the pack's doorstep?
To: Resident.
Also weird. This is a warehouse. Not a residential lot.
You flip it to check if there is a return address.
There is.
"Mr Lawrence M. Blackwell," you read.
"I do too," Ed says with a frown. "Why do I know that name?"
"The hunter said it."
Understanding dawns on Ed's face. "The vampire? Why is a vampire sending us a letter?"
"How does he know where we are?" you growl.
"Open it," Ed says.
"Don't you think we should show this to the Alpha?"
"Yeah. But not until we know what it is. Open it."
You use your claws to rip open the envelope and pull out the letter. The paper inside is just as stiff and fancy. The handwriting is smooth and precise.
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