All Chapters of Torn by fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The forest was very silent, except for the sound of Hazel’s hurried breaths. The wind whispered through the trees, brushing against her skin like ghostly fingers.She could see it now—the gate of Damien’s pack.Tall. Imposing. Guarded.Hazel stayed low, pressing herself against a tree. She needed to think.Two guards. Both armed. No way around them.She considered lying—pretending to be a lost traveler.No. That wouldn’t work. The scent of her pack was all over her.Her heartbeat quickened. There was no way past without a fight.Before she could move, a sharp voice cut through the air.“Hey! Who goes there?”Hazel stiffened. One of the guards had spotted her.The other stepped closer, lifting his spear. “Come out now!”Guess the traveler's plan has to work.Hazel swallowed, adjusting her cloak and covering her face properly. She gasped suddenly, her body swaying as if she were about to collapse.“Oh! Thank the Moon Goddess!” she cried out, clutching her chest dramatically. “I—I’ve bee

The night air was cold, but Hazel barely felt it. Her heart pounded, her breath came in sharp gasps, and her hands trembled. She stared at Callan, lying on the ground, blood seeping from the wound she had caused. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She didn’t even know how she had done it.“Hazel… please,” Callan groaned, clutching his side. “Listen to me. Just… calm down.”“No,” Hazel whispered, stepping back. Her whole body was shaking. “No. Stay away from me.”“It’s not what you think,” he tried again, his voice weak. “I was protecting you.”“Protecting me?” Hazel let out a bitter laugh. “By lying? By keeping secrets?”“I am trying to keep you safe.”“No, you’re not, Callan. You keep pushing me away with your secrets, and now I don’t even know what’s happening to me!” Hazel looked down at her hands, still trembling.“Your powers have awakened,” Callan said, slowly pushing himself up.“My powers?” Hazel’s eyes widened. “So, you knew? The first time it happened, I thought I was going crazy

Hazel’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at Selena, her entire body going rigid. The woman’s grip on her wrist was tight, unrelenting, as if she were afraid Hazel might disappear again.“Didn’t expect to see me, did you?” Selena’s lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes glowed with something darker—something dangerous.Hazel wrenched her hand free, stepping back. “What the hell are you doing here?”Selena tilted her head, feigning innocence. “That’s funny. I should be asking you the same thing. You weren’t supposed to make it here so soon.”Hazel’s breath hitched. So soon? The way Selena said it, like she knew Hazel was coming—like she had been expecting her—made her stomach churn.Hazel’s fingers twitched at her sides, her power stirring beneath her skin. “What are you talking about?”Selena let out a light chuckle. “You’re still slow on the uptake, aren’t you? I always knew you had power, Hazel. But I didn’t think you’d figure out how to use it this quickly.”Hazel’s fists cle

Hazel sat on the bed, staring at the small box in her hands. Lucien’s words echoed in her mind.“The box is empty but full of locked memories.”Her fingers tightened around it. Locked memories? What did that mean?Her heart pounded. If this box could help her remember something, she needed to open it. But Lucien said she had to use her blood.Hazel took a deep breath. She looked around the room, searching for something sharp. Her eyes landed on a broken piece of glass from the shattered wine glasses.She picked it up carefully, holding it against her finger.Just a small cut, she thought.She pressed down, and a sharp pain shot through her finger. A drop of blood appeared.Taking a deep breath, she let the blood fall onto the carvings on the box.Nothing happened at first.Then—The carvings glowed. The box trembled in her hands, the symbols shifting like they were alive. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat.Then, suddenly—A sharp pain shot through her head. Hazel gasped, clutching h

Hazel’s head pounded as she woke up, her entire body aching like she’d been hit by a truck. But nothing compared to the sharp pain burning through her mate mark.She groaned, sitting up and touching her neck. What the hell did Lucien do to her? The mark felt dull, as if something had been drained from it.Hazel pushed herself off the bed, her legs shaky, but she forced them to move. The smell of food drifted through the air, which only made her more irritated.She stepped into what barely passed as a kitchen and saw Lucien cooking.Lucien. Cooking. what the actual fuck.Hazel blinked. “What the actual fuck am I looking at?”Lucien glanced over his shoulder, completely unbothered. “A starving, cranky she-wolf who needs food before she passes out again."Hazel scowled, gripping the doorway. “No, I meant you. Are you seriously cooking? What is this? A hostage situation or a cooking show?, and by the way I passed out because you did something nasty to me."Lucien smirked, stirring whateve