On The Border Novels & Stories

The strange part was, they weren't even attempting to cross our border. “ We will know soon enough,” I said, their beastly nature and calm appearance only resembled an ancient guard. I may be fucking wrong but something was up. Their predator eyes and cross-movement were like that of a patrol warrior. “It seems to me they are guarding our border,” Zackery said. ‘ Alpha Roman, there are two strange creatures at the southern border.’ A mind link came in from the warriors patrolling the south border and I turned my head to look at Zackery.

I asked, a bit shocked. “They should, but as you can see, they don’t. How is Sabrina?” he changed the subject. “She is a happy mommy of a beautiful baby boy,” I said, my heart growing warm again. “Had Gabe made it on time?” he asked, slowing down a bit. “Yes.” “Good,” he nodded, and we walked the remaining distance in silence. Getting close to the border, I saw Noah standing by a figure on the ground, wrapped up in a blanket. I also saw members of the patrol nearby. The border was about 100 meters away, behind the trees.

she was starting to take up space in my mind, more than I wanted her to. That wasn't acceptable. A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, straightening in my chair. The door swung open, and Caleb stepped inside. "We have a problem." I exhaled sharply. "Of course we do." He didn't smirk this time. That was my first sign that this was serious. I gestured for him to continue. "We just got word from the border patrol. There's been movement near the southern territory again - same pattern as before, but this time, they stayed longer."

I reminded him and continued tapping my fingers on the table. “There has been a breach at the border,” He announced. “Breach?” I raised the corner of my lips.”what do you mean by that?” It got my attention as I stared at him, waiting patiently for what he had to say. “A few Werewolves were found dead at the border. “ He announced. That caught my attention as I stood up from the chair. “What are you saying?” I asked him. “How did they get attacked and why did it happen?”

My heart dropped before they even spoke. “What’s going on?” I asked, walking up to meet them halfway. “Are you guys not supposed to be at the border?!” No one answered at first. They were breathing heavily, scratched up and dust-covered. I knew that look. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Kael straightened, the first to find his voice. “The border is breached.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Two thousand wolves_” his voice trembled, “but not just wolves… hybrids.”

She looked rattled, like she’d been running on adrenaline all morning. “Morning,” she said breathlessly. “Morning,” Erica replied. “What’s wrong?” Liana glanced around before lowering her voice. “Did you both hear?” “Hear what?” I asked. “Something happened at the border last night,” she said. “Border patrol found two bodies.” My stomach tightened. “They looked like they’d been drained,” Liana continued. “Like the life had been pulled right out of them.” Erica frowned. “Drained how?” Liana swallowed. “No blood loss. No wounds that made sense. Just… empty.”

My mate. Several years ago, I met her. Not as a Vessel, not the way she is now. She was dainty and without a threat, she was pretty — still is, but she's different now. It's obvious she's been through so much in life, her eyes show pain and loss. It weighs heavily on my heart. She used to be just a girl. I found her on the edge of a border town, arguing with an old man over a spilled basket of herbs. She was fire and fury and too damn bright for the world she lived in.

“Hunters have crossed the border.” The word hits me like ice water. Hunters. I scramble to my knees on the mattress. “What do you mean? How close is the border?” “Too close for comfort. There’s no reason for them to be here than to come after us.” Callen says, putting a hand on my arm. “We’ve got a perimeter breach on the north side. Ryder’s mobilising the pack. I’ll stay here with you.” My heart’s trying to claw its way up my throat. “What about Jaxon? Should we hide him somewhere?”

I stayed to gather the papers on the table and Grey appeared at my shoulder before I had finished stacking them. "Alpha." His voice was quiet and close. "The border report from this evening. There have been sightings of rogue activity at the boarder and the likely possibility of it causing a scene."

I feel it too. The connection doesn’t pull as hard anymore. It holds. Like a quiet link instead of a demand. “They’re not fighting it,” I say. Jax’s jaw tightens. “That’s not better.” Derek’s gaze stays sharp. “No. It’s not.” A sudden movement at the edge of the clearing pulls all our attention, and one of the outer guards steps forward quickly, his posture tense. “They’re at the border,” he says, his voice tight. “Dozens.”