On The Border Novels & Stories

They said as they ate, “We heard the latest news that Nippan is attacking the western border, and the border village known as Hedgeville has been ransacked.” Clang!

Kael goes into defensive mode immediately, pushing me behind him. Someone rushes towards us. “The borders,” he pants. “They have been breached.”

The room feels smaller. I sit back slowly. “It’s weakened.” “It’s not gone,” he says, and there’s no fear in his voice, just fact. “It’s angry.” Elara kneels on his other side and brushes his hair back. “Did you see something?” He nods. “Not just Dad. Something else. It was near the border again.” That word again. Border. My jaw tightens. “I need you to tell me exactly what you saw,” I say gently, even though inside I’m already spiraling.

“Attacking from that side is extremely difficult because of the rough topography. Their two sides are coastal lines. We are not merpeople to attack from there.” Davin snorted. Reagan and Matt looked over at him with identical glares on their faces. But was Davin the least deterred by their temper? Absolutely not. He continued to munch on his muffin and listen to them yap about the takeover. “What is left is the east border that they share with the Red River Pack.” “They are our allies so they are willing to let us enter through that border” Reagan nodded. “You mean hostages who have no choice but to do as they are told?” Davin mumbled even though he knew that the duo’s wolf-hearing would pic

one of them said to me, stopping a short distance away and bowing his head. I raised an eyebrow. “This better be important.” I said sharply. “What’s the matter?” The soldier straightened slightly and glanced at his partner before delivering the news. “There’s been an attack… on the southern border.”

I didn’t get a response, but I heard a clear sound of footsteps retreating deeper into the woods and the outer territory. If my hearing was right, I’d say there were four or five of them. Without thinking, I turned around and raced back toward the pack house and into Keiran’s office, barging in. Keiran, startled, looked up from his computer toward me. His eyes immediately turned dark, and his lips pursed into a thin line upon recognising my face. “You’ve got five seconds to explain why you’re interrupting me.” I panted, completely unbothered by his anger right now. “There’s someone at the border. Four or five of them.”

Hours later the scenery starts changing. Less forest. More road signs. Power lines. Traffic. Then buildings. Actual buildings. Gas stations that look like they’ve been updated sometime this century. Grocery stores. Motels. And finally, in the distance— the border crossing. Canadian flag on one side. American flag on the other. I exhale before I even realize I’ve been holding my breath. “We made it,” I say quietly. Aiden’s grip loosens slightly on the steering wheel. “For now.” The border town is bigger than the last one.

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.

I can see multiple people like me hovering around their border. Hope fills me in and I drag my dying legs on the soil, making sure I get there. My fingers are numb and I can barely feel my flesh. I finally get to the border filled with people, especially women, getting checked in before they can get a pass. Guards stand spaced along the border. Watchful and Unmoving. I slow down without meaning to. My knees start to tremble before I even realize I’ve reached my limit. “No,” I whisper, but it doesn’t change anything.

“An Omega who can barely hold a steady shift wants to live at the border?” His eyes moved over me as if he were judging how long something weak could last without shelter. “Do not dress a tantrum up as a plan. There are rogues at the border. There are wolves who do not care about pack law. You would not survive three days.” I did not argue.