All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Xander's POVI wake with a start, instantly alert. Atlas, my wolf, still snoozes in the back of my mind. Nothing stirs in my room, so I check my phone. Five-thirty in the morning—too early for any sane wolf. But I am awake now, and my thoughts are restless, so I might as well get up. I dress quietly and slip outside.My feet lead me to the main cabin, hoping for coffee. Once inside, I find Lincoln filling a mug. He turns his head, offering a small smile. “Morning,” he murmurs.“I figured I’d be the only early riser,” I say, returning the smile.“Yeah, me too.” He hands me the mug he just poured and fills a second for himself. We both grab something to eat—bacon sandwich for me, an apple for him—and silently agree to head outdoors.It is a bright, crisp morning, with the sun still low in the east and birds raising a racke

Zahra's POV I am fucking exhausted. This morning was insane. Amazing, but my entire body feels like it might mutiny at any second. Henry and Archer pushed me to my absolute limit and beyond, and I have taken more hits today than I think I ever have in my life. Sparring two on one is brutal enough, but they picked two of the best Elites to come at me. Both are huge. Archer’s reach alone is practically the length of my entire body. To make matters worse, I was locked in defence mode the entire time. Everyone else got to rotate into offense every ten minutes, yet Tobias and I had to fight off our opponents for the entire session. By the end of two hours, he looked just as wrecked as I felt. Despite the beating, I feel like I learned a ton. I have never felt so challenged. Even in my earliest training sessions, nobody pushed me this far. With Edwardo shouting tips and pointers, Zanthe and I picked up what feels like a month’s worth of techniques in one morning. My muscles ache like crazy

Zahra's POVBefore I can respond, the mind-link in my head buzzes again, abruptly and painfully. My whole-body tenses at the sudden onslaught, and Tobias’s posture straightens, concern jumping back onto his face.“What is it?” he asks, brows drawing together.“I think it’s my brother and the others,” I murmur, pressing a palm against my temple. “They’re trying to punch through Zanthe’s barrier.”“If you want privacy, we can go,” Tobias offers, though his eyes flick with reluctance. I get the sense he’s not exactly eager to leave me alone.I shake my head. “Stay. I’ll see what they want.”Cautiously, I open the link. A flood of voices and emotions slam into me, making me flinch. Zach, Xander, Oscar, and Eliot all shout at once, layered over each other like a storm in my mind. It’s overwhelming. I’ve never tried to handle so many people in my head simultaneously.‘Zahra, Zahra, where are you?’ Zach’s voice breaks through, sounding panicked. But there’s no space to answer—everyone is sho

Xander's POVI can’t believe Logan dared to mouth off to Zahra yet again. Tobias was practically vibrating with glee after kicking him out of camp. Part of me worries about the fallout for Lincoln once he goes home, because I doubt his father will be thrilled to learn that his precious golden child was expelled. At least we have time to figure out some contingency plans if it comes to that.As we head over to the classroom cabin, I catch Max’s eye, and he offers me a wry grin. It’s a mutual understanding. We both hate these lectures, though we accept they are probably important. My father always included me in pack politics and strategy, so a lot of this stuff feels like old news. Some of our classmates might never have seen a territory map before, but I’ve been reading them since I was five.We file into the lecture hall, which is a surprisingly large space, considering we are still inside a cabin, the rows of benches stretch up surrounding the lectern and the board at the front of t

Zahra's POVIt is about four in the afternoon when I hear the front door open, voices drifting through the silence I have been enjoying. I guess the others are done with their day. I am curled up on the sofa in my room, gazing out the window, still in a daze from my therapy call. My hair drips damp against my neck. The session with Dr. Garland was intense but weirdly liberating—maybe because the screen gave me some mental distance, or maybe it was Tobias’s advice about letting people in. We covered everything: the prophecy (in vague terms), the battle, the bullies, my confusion about the guys in my life. Dr. Garland basically said my teenage hormones are having a field day. She reminded me it is natural to want attention, especially after my father starved me of it. But I need to keep my relationships in perspective—window shop, she called it, but don’t buy anything. Yeah, easier said than done.A knock taps at my door. Before I can answer, Alice peeks her head in, with Aiden right be