Gaige Borderlands 2 Heads Novels & Stories

"If what I am thinking what you are doing is what it is, then I think you missed some parts of the border. You missed a few places. Let me show you." I bent closer to her side from behind and asked for the pen. She did not say anything to make any moves, so I took it slowly from her fingers, and she did not try to hold back. I leaned in closer and drew circles on a few spots on the scroll. "The central is extended to this point, therefore we have a check here," I said as I wrote. "More extensions were made towards Nightwalker pack which we share a part of the border with and we made some discoveries that there are more lands at the outskirts of the town, and we have taken over all those area

They're trained. I returned to the guard post as the sun began to set, feeling increasingly certain that this was a matter that needed to be taken seriously. Gamma Ethan was waiting for me with a new report. His face looked more tense than it had that morning. “Any developments?” I asked. He nodded. “The afternoon patrol found new tracks on the southwest border. This time, they left something behind.” I furrowed my brow. “Left what?” Ethan held out a folded piece of cloth. I unfolded it carefully, and my eyes widened at the contents—a metal badge with the Blue Ridge Pack emblem, but there were scratches on it, forming a symbol I didn't recognize.

He scurried from the room, leaving Lydia and me in tense silence. “You should leave too,” I told her, not bothering to look in her direction. “Raiden, I—” “Now.” Her footsteps echoed as she hurried out, leaving me alone with the suffocating weight of this new problem. The eastern border was chaotic. The stench of blood hit me before I even saw the bodies. The guards were scattered across the ground, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their throats torn out. Blood painted the dirt in deep, grotesque streaks, a macabre testament to the savegery that had unfolded here.

Thoros's head snapped toward the sound, every trace of tenderness vanishing into something hard and alert, his whole body shifting into the posture of a man ready for war. "That's the border alarm," he said, already moving toward the door. "Someone has crossed into our territory."

I pretended to olay with my earings. "Enter." My maid stepped inside, her eyes downcast. "My lady, the messenger is here." I didn't look up from the mirror, continuing to remove the delicate pearl earrings Kieran had gifted me last week. "Which one?" My maid hesitated at the door. "The... the one from the Borderlands, my lady." My hands stilled. The Borderlands. Of course. I should have known they would send word tonight. "Where?" "The usual place. The Broken Fang."

Yet, he had saved her life. 'I'm not going back,' she said softly but firmly. The man paused his carving, his dark eyes meeting hers through the firelight. Good. Because the Neutral Borderlands don't offer second chances. Back at the Black Ridge southern border, the atmosphere was thick with frustration. Harry stood at the edge of the rocky gorge, his dark coat damp from the lingering mist. Around him, three of the pack’s most elite tracking wolves paced the boundary line, their heads low to the mud, sniffing frantically.

Whatever I said, she earned it. But a sulking wolf who refuses to shift is a problem. I have a border to inspect and no fur to do it in—so I’ll go as a man. Thank the Goddess this morning’s combat training was human-form only; an Alpha who can’t shift in front of his own warriors is an Alpha with a target on his back. “Damn it. Ten already this week,” Brian, my beta, growls. I crouch to examine the corpse. Three more bodies at the border, the puncture of fang marks at the throat, the blood already dried.

I let out the breath I was holding and ensure her house is securely locked before heading towards the border. “Nico! Where are you?” I wince as my father yells at me through the mind link. “I’m almost there,” I lie. “Head to the southern border, more rogues have been spotted.” “Got it dad.” I change direction for the southern border. Lately the rogue sightings have increased and I don’t know why. They ruined my good mood the day I smelled my mate and ever since they’ve been popping up more and more. The realization suddenly hits me and I mind link Jackson.

He lets out a roar before he shifts back, and I see the scrapes heal all over his body. “What the fuck just happened?” I ask after I shift back and walk towards him. He grunts and shakes his head, walking towards the border and raising his hand, but as soon as he tries to touch it, there’s a red glow again. I hear a sizzle and the smell of burning flesh before he growls loudly and let go. “The border is spelled to keep us out,” he says, turning around and walking away. I mimic what he just did and get the same reaction, noting the fact that it hurt like hell.