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BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Tom knew he had to delve deeper into Glenn's territory to find the missing puzzle pieces that would complete the picture. With each step he took, Tom remained vigilant, his senses attuned to his surroundings. He scanned the area for any signs of disturbance, carefully observing the wildlife and listening for any whispers carried by the wind. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, held the potential to provide crucial information. The border served as both a physical and symbolic divide, signifying the intricate dynamics and concealed perils that governed the coexistence of the packs. Tom proceeded with deliberate steps, traversing Glenn's territory with a mix of determination and cautio

"We've got Silvermoon wolves at the border. Ten of them. They're demanding we return the girl." I smiled. "Tell them to wait, I'll be there in five." "They're not happy." "Good." I took my time getting to the border, letting them stew. The longer they waited, the more agitated they'd get, and agitated wolves made mistakes. Besides, I was curious to see just how much Thorne valued what he'd thrown away. Five minutes later, I emerged from the forest into the clearing that marked the official border between pack lands and my territory. Ten Silvermoon wolves stood in formation, all of them armed. Leading them was a Beta I recognized, tall, blonde, built like a tank.

Taylor finishes the thought. As we get to the border where the boundary protection is, we can see green and red eyes glowing on the other side. They haven’t made a move yet, like they know there is protection surrounding us. But, they are all growling and poised ready to pounce, like they are waiting on a signal. “Leah, we’re here. You see anything crazy? We’ve got a line of possessed hostile wolves on the outside of the border. This fight is going to be tough.” I ask her through the link, knowing she’s watching all of our movements.

Laura stumbled forward, chest heaving, until the trees parted just enough to reveal the clearing. The invisible line that split the territories in two. Lavigne behind them. Solmere ahead. Laura froze. Helda came to a stop beside her, panting hard, hands on her knees. “This,” Helda rasped, “is as far as I go.” Laura’s eyes scanned the treeline ahead. The border pulsed with something heavy — not magic, but something older. Tension. History. War. She nodded slowly. “Thank you,” Laura said. She turned, ready to step forward—

He was shaking his head with his fingers to his temple, an angered look plastered across his face. “Slow down, one at a time!” he shouted out loud for everyone in the room to hear, but the sound still resonated through the flash at the same time. I didn’t know I could hear anyone else other than Gunner, Smith and Tobias. Unless I was in wolf form, of course. How was I hearing all this? I tried to focus on one voice at a time, which was hard, there were a lot of them. “East border has been crossed” “They’re coming in from the south”

Someone trespassed the border without permission. ‘Alpha we have a rogue encounter on the West border.’ A warrior mindlink me, and I am out of my chair in an instant. ‘Keep it occupied. I’m on my way.’ I switch canals, but the person I’m about to mindlink comes running to me when I race down the stairs.

Suddenly they are becoming a regular problem. I shift on the fly, and race to the border. I see the fighting up ahead and realize there are rogues who have breached the border. The remaining rogues have been held back before crossing over into our territory. I jump into the mix ripping rogues off my warriors and destroying them immediately. I see Blake come in behind me and start helping with the rogues as well. As we destroy them, their bodies pile up. Once those on our side have been destroyed, I shift and grab a pair of shorts before walking to the border.

The sun was setting. "I’m going to the border," I said. "Are you coming?" "No, I can't. The rashes are showing now," she said, pulling up her sleeve to show me the red blotches. Her allergies. If I told her Dexter was waiting at the border, she’d come, rash or no rash. But I didn’t push it. I just said goodbye and left. My pack, Grimhowl, is one of four in Craig Woods. We occupy the southern territory. Our neighboring packs are Emberfang, Dreadmoon, and Valeblood. We share a border with Valeblood, a river dividing the two lands.

There’s at least two felines and one bear, which frankly doesn’t bode well for me. I’ve been so focused on the threat posed by Blaise Denizen that I didn’t give much thought to rogues and bandits in the borderlands, but now I’m kicking myself for the oversight. Hopefully when they see I’m in wolf form and not carrying anything of value they’ll pass by without incident, but one can never be too careful.