Border Unscramble Novels & Stories

no words could describe how satisfying it was. The blue lining from earlier was now blue-green saltwater. The sun was up, and the salty breeze invaded her nose as she watched how the waves rolled back and forth, crashing the rocks and the shore and then going back. It was a repetitive scene, but it was some kind of unique music that she would be willing to watch and listen to as long as she could.

"C'mon. We talk about all sorts of stuff." Then, an idea strikes me. I open the kitchen cupboard, grab a bottle of tequila, and hold it up. "This will help all that shyness." She stares at me with narrowed eyes. "I'm not shy at all." I grab two shot glasses and pour. "Better safe than sorry, Miss Not Shy At All." I hand her one, and she takes it. Then I raise my glass, and the drink goes down my throat with a swift burn. She follows me, swallowing it quickly, then sets her glass down. I do the same.

He’s already had a border tour but this time I wanted to take him out further, so that when he was beta he wouldn’t need to keep asking me details on parameters. It took me a while to read the border lines, they were very zig zag, not at all like normal packs that tend to be a circular border style. That’s why it was a nightmare keeping the borders protected, they changed depending the location. Once he is a sworn in member of the pack he’ll start to feel the buzz of the pack bond and the vibration of the lands beneath his feet.

Daniel asked the last question as a joke. The blond Embert was wearing a black leather jacket with fleece inside, which kept him warm in the low temperatures of the nights, plus a hood with the same inner fabric and gray color. Light blue jeans and black boots that looked like mountaineering boots. He had just cut his hair and had it well groomed. And shaved, he'd no stubble of beard. He sat in one of the two chairs that matched the round table he was invited to join and nodded toward the bottle with a curved-lipped grimace.