BORDER CONTROL

Chapter 1

MABEL ESTHER

"Yes, we have contacted some rogues in packs along the border who have agreed to come meet with you." My beta, Prescott, has been by my side since I have returned. "They should arrive tomorrow morning if they travel on schedule."

My office has become my bedroom since I came home two nights ago, the everlasting pain from my heat made me almost impossible to be around. My beta has been gracious enough to stick by me, my tolerance is almost back up to par with the energy I have been regenerating.

"What about the Alaskan border, Scott?" My fingers roam over the files in front of me, "you just told me about the British Columbia territories." I look up to see him standing firmly. "Tell me."

He clears his throat, "they weren't willing to make any moves to come speak with us."

"Damn it." My head pounds from the unfortunate events that will occur if we don't get them to back down. "We need to get this under control, Scott."

I dismiss him from my office and lean back in my office chair. The day has come to a ling end and it is time to head in for bed. But of course, I need to do a check of finance inventory for property and business inquiries.

The vault is opened by the keypad and I look over each box fitted to the amount as well as any files, treaties, and alliances with any alpha or packs within the rogues. Everything seems to be aligned correctly, so I close it up.

My back aches when I stretch around to step out from behind my desk, it pops in two places. My muscles are still sore from shifting over twenty times on my last heart night in the cave.

The bruises and cuts have healed nicely, but the tension is still there. My wolf has punished me by leaving me tempered with my gamma, I lashed out on her last night.

It wasn't anything bad, but it did lead me to command her to stop talking and walk out of my office until I requested her. I haven't requested her since then.

Leaving my office, locking it, and walking down the corridor, I find myself in the pack house kitchen. The smaller kitchens are for Alphas, Betas, and Gammas affiliation with some acceptance of guests if they are requested. Us benign rogues don't change the fact we are pack-bound, it just means that we don't follow a particular law and order.

Since I, Mabel Esther of Rogues North, am Alpha of the Northern Rogues, I get to decide the law and order of uncharted territories. It sounds odd since we are rogues, but it works. We all belong somewhere just not all together. We have a pact and a code we follow to our deaths.

We have a Packhouse for business and entertaining, we have smaller houses and shelters set up in the North Rouge territories, as well as land we own for farming and hunting. There are some underlying laws of all wolves that we have to follow out of instinct, but the wolves who do not follow, do not belong to anyone.

The rogues in the North have uncharted territories in Yukon, North West Territories, Nunavut, and Greenland. Some of the Yukon territory has been taken by the North domesticated packs, the land closer to Alaska and British Columbia. We've been contemplating how we should address the issue, but without bodies, we can not make any threats unwisely.

Most rogues will roam around from shelter to shelter, house to house, and some will form little packs or traveling buddies for their family's sake. I like to keep in touch with most people as much as I can, the men are a little tougher to get a hold of just because they are males. Females are easier, they like the setup and pack reigns given to them.

I grab a glass of water from the sink and chug it down. Setting the glass in the sink, I push myself off of the counter and head to my room.

My room is on the right side of the pack house on the top floor. We have three floors in the house, the top is for bedrooms and bathrooms, the second floor is for business meetings, cooking, eating, and any other needed conventions the basement is for the children or adults in need of a place to stay for the time being meaning for guests of the land.