She stops off at her mailbox, which was a few feet from the steps of the bank, opening it she lets out a soft sigh, as always, it is filled with different parchments. She picks one up, opening it she finds herself looking at a picture of a bag of gold, and in bold print reading, “ WE CAN MAKE YOU RICH, with only three easy payments of $19.95!”
Closing the lid of the mailbox, she rolls her eyes as she stuffs the parchments into her backpack, she then starts to make her way towards the steps of the bank, until she hears her name coming from the alley. Nymaway stops turning looking into the alley, her eyes narrow for a moment, for all she can see is a pair of eyes in the shadows.
Moving closer a rogue steps from the shadows, she sighs with relief when she sees it is Alenjandros, a member of her pack. Puzzled she looks around then back to him. “ Why are you hiding in here?”
Alenjandros remains silent, he runs his left hand through his jet black hair, his brown eyes shine, but the rest of his face can not be seen, for it is hidden beneath a black leather mask.
“ Well are you going to say anything?” Nymaway says with a rather annoyed tone, and in a blink of an eye Alenjandros spins her around, pinning her against the brick wall whispering in her ear. “ We can not talk here my lady.” He quickly slips a small folded parchment into her hand, and then backs away giving her an urgent look before fading away into the shadows.
Her crimson lips fall open as she stares in shock, and disbelief of what just happened in that moment, she quickly composes herself making her way out of the alley, she walks up the steps of the bank looking behind her for a second, nothing appears out of place, she turns her head then walks into the bank.
“Lady Nymaway we are glad to see you are back, can we assist you with your vault today?” A well groomed bank teller says to her. “Please just bring me to my vault, then leave me.” The bank teller nods then leads the way. Once at the vault the bank teller turns and looks to her. “ Shall I open your vault for you Lady?” She shakes her head. “ No I can manage myself, thank you.” The bank teller looks confused for a moment, but decides not to question her, he then bows turning around walking out.
Once alone she opens the small folded parchment, and begins to read a small message.
I have come across something quite alarming... Not safe to talk now... Gather the pack... I will find you.
Nymaway turns the parchment over in hopes for more details, but there is nothing, she then mutters to herself. “ I knew today was too good to be true.” She folds the parchment back up placing it in a pouch on her hip, then opens her vault collecting the funds she will need to take care of her pack's drink later on when she calls them together.