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Dear Sally,
I truly hope things are well with you and that Simon is treating you like the Princess you deserve.
I hope too that you don't mind me sending this via my friend Christian, he'll have put his address on the cover envelope if you want to reply.
It is freaking freezing here. Snow covered beach - can you imagine!?!?!
I can see Jared out the window. He is wrapped in layers like an artic explorer trying to paint the scene. He sold a few small pieces in the run up to the holidays. The airport put out a tender for a mural in the little terminal and Jared has applied, so fingers crossed, we will have good news soon. If they have any taste at all they'll pick him!
We had a dribble of tourists all winter. Firstly, naturalists for the wild deer rut on our neighboring Isle of Rum. Then some birdwatchers, and a few people escaping the cities over Christmas. There was a big new year party for Hogmanay. New Year is bigger here than any other holiday I think. Ty and Mark (Alpha and Second) broke open a cask of their reserve whisky for the night... I partook even though I'm underage, but drinking age is 18 here, so I don't have long to wait. Sandy and I had to almost carry our alphas home early on January first. Jared weighs a ton! Sandy is an omega from Jared's old pride. She is really feisty and poor Ossian, her alpha, must love her dearly. He just laughs when she tries to tell him what to do or gives out to him.
School sucks.... well it doesn't really, but they are all asking me about what college courses I want to start applying for, and Sal, all I want to do is have pups. Kittens (don't be squimish now Sally). Jared's DNA will trump mine, so 'twill be kittens in my pup pouch. I can almost imagine them. They're born human like us and shift at about one month old. Imagine it, me and a baby! I never thought after all those times I was left on the shelf for our mating days... I'd have my own alpha-mate and children... shit= weepy me.... drops of salty tears on your letter.... oops.
If you can write back, will you let me know about Aunt Beth? Is she well? Can you let her know how happy I am?
Oh and Emily Richings? How is she? Who picked her? Was it Travis or Brock? I hope she wasn't impacted by my flight from Northumberland.
What about you, Sally? Is everything good? And Trev, I hope he was chosen by an alpha last month.
Give Cook Darren a peck on the cheek from me.
Hope you like my amateur art attempt of a map of Haven!
Cheerio (as my omega friend Josie says).
Jen X
P.S. Jared's parents are spending August in Dallas with the Werecat Pride. We might, very unsure yet, but we might be able to come with them. Depends on their Pride Alpha accepting my wolfie-self, money (now that Jared's Mum and Dad are pride-less) and if we'll be able to leave Haven.... If I do get to Texas, do you think you'd be able to make it out of the pack to meet? Think about it, there must be some plan we could come up with.
