Borderlands No Rest For The Wicked Novels & Stories

Two of my most trusted veterans stepped inside. Maren, broad-shouldered with gray in his beard, bowed his head. “Alphas.” Darius followed, leaner and younger, with a scar running down his temple. “You called for us.” I gestured at the table. “You see these?” They stepped closer. Darius cursed under his breath. “Wolfsbane.” Maren’s face hardened. “Where were they found?” “On the northern border,” Zack said. “Three of our men dead, each shot through the chest. Whoever is supplying the rogues with these wants us to bleed before the fight even begins.”

Not a second later I got a mind link from Jason. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border into the packlands.” { Alexander } I ripped the throat out of another rogue and took a breath as I glanced around at the battlefield. It was a mess of hundreds of dead bodies, most from the rogues but enough from our side that I was pissed. I could feel them and their auras leaving and each time I felt a tether break I went on a rampage. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border in the packlands” Jason’s mindlink hit me at the same time Raine’s did.

"Alpha Damien, our warriors have reported more rogues along the borders. They attack in groups, ambushing families residing along the borderlines. They kidnap the children and rape the women. All male werewolves are killed. Our scouts have recovered seventeen corpses from the southern border. According to our intel, we believe the northern border is the next target of attack. We need all the reinforcements we can get, Alpha." The moment the message is over, a headache slams into me with the force of a rushing train. I feel it so vividly, like an arrow has been shot through my eye. I slide out of my seat, reaching for anything that's there, but I only land on the cold floor instead.