Broken Edge No Shelter Novels & Stories

The mattress is torn and covered in stains and the frame is broken. "Grab the mattress and throw it against the door," I say, grabbing a part of the broken frame. "Why," the package asks, "What are you doing?" "Building a bridge," I reply, pushing one of the sides of the frame so it's standing. I stomp and break off all the beams. "Come on," Rebecca says, "Help me with this." Rebecca and the package lift the mattress up together, they place it on the desk. It does almost nothing to stop the infected. Meanwhile, I grab another side of the frame and once more, stomp and break off all the beams.

I said to myself that if I ever had the opportunity to leave the Whites, I’d work on my own and be satisfied that what I earn is mine. But now… now this offer is tempting, especially because I have nowhere to go and no family to return to. I’m homeless. Hunter destroyed everything. Every. Damn. Thing. A shatter draws me back to the present. And I find Zavere cursing beneath his breath as he crouches down. “Are you also shaken so much you spill your whiskey?” I tease, earning a smile from the man. I don’t know how I’m still staring though. Normally I wouldn’t enjoy watching someone pick broken glasses because… what is the fun there?

We held hands as we stepped off the elevator—comfortable, easy, the way two people who’d walked through hell together do. Jax waited near the bar—still limping slightly, but standing taller than ever. Mateo beside him—arm around Jax’s waist, both of them smiling like men who’d found their place. Jax hugged me first—tight, brotherly—then Elliott—quick clasp, back slap, the old rivalry long dissolved into something warmer. “You made it,” Jax said, voice rough with emotion. “Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. The shelter had grown—five locations now, across two countries. Art therapy rooms, dance studios, counseling spaces. Kids who’d once slept on streets now performed spoken word on the small stag

POV: Isla | The Shelter, Rookeries The shelter has thirty-one children in it now and I have been awake for the better part of thirty-six hours and the thing that has kept me functional across those thirty-six hours is not coffee or willpower but the specific relentless urgency of children who need things, because when someone needs something from you, you find a way to provide it even when you have nothing left, and then you find a way after that.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy ** The Final Stand** Tyler pov Day thirteen. One more day. Just one more day until Thomas's Council trial. I was finishing my shift at the eastern perimeter when the alarms started screaming. Not the standard patrol alert. The emergency breach alarm. The one that meant hostile forces had penetrated pack territory. "All units report!" Alpha Aiden's voice crackled through the pack link. "Multiple hostiles at the northwest border. Coordinated attack on patrol stations—"

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

“What’s this?” He chuckles sadly. “It’s a thorn from your first shelter. The one they had me break… it’s a piece of you. It’s helped me get through all of the experiments, all of the dark times, because I knew I had at least a small part of me with you.”

“This is border forest—sparse, but bitterly cold at night. It’s no longer Zade’s land. The predators here have long been hunted out by nearby Alphas. We can’t go anywhere near Hemlock. If they discover we’re still alive, they’ll drag us away and imprison us. And we don’t yet know what’s become of the Ashwood Pack.” She nodded, scanning the trees. “Then what do we do? Is there any settlement nearby?” “There’s a rogue settlement,” I answered. “But they aren’t exactly welcoming.” “I don’t want to go near rogues!” Nicholas shuddered. “Then we stay here for now,” Bridget decided. “We’ll build a shelter. Make a fire and find something to eat.” Raw food was plentiful—fish in the river, small wild a

I ask, not wanting to tussle with anything that can bite. Marcus shakes his head as we move closer. There’s no way he’s keeping a dog in that shelter. The roof is half gone, the wood is splintering and rotting away, and the water bowl sitting out looks like Mother Nature is the only one filling it. The rust-colored liquid shimmers in the morning sun as we move past.

"I’m trying to make good memories at my pack, but that doesn’t mean the bad ones aren’t still there. I had the whole damn office where my mate was shot ripped out. I couldn’t stand being in that room, so I turned it into a guest room. And now that we have a new packhouse, I feel like I can breathe better." "Maybe it’s the beard?" I joked. "It keeps the face warm." Brax said. "If we’re going to a frozen hell hole, I need the extra hair." Everyone in the car chuckled. ‘Storm. It’s worse than we thought, but we have found an area where you four can breach the border. Head to my location.’ Aeryn said mindlinking me. ‘On my way, schoonheid.’ I replied. ‘Be ready for anything; this pack doesn't pl