Scarred by fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Lincoln's POVWell, Camps almost over. This year has flown by faster than any before, probably because for once, I genuinely enjoyed myself. Spending the past two months surrounded by wolves whose company didn't irritate the living shit out of me was a surprising but welcome change.Even more importantly, I've finally completed my unit. The past month with Sam, Jackson, and Isaac by my side has felt surreal, yet so damn right. We seamlessly integrated, our dynamic balanced perfectly. Jackson's serious, studious nature tends to keep us focused, though sometimes overly so. Isaac balances him perfectly with his humour and easy-going personality, and he's always good at breaking the tension caused by my darker brooding or Sam’s internalizing. Our friendship has solidified more quickly than I imagined, leaving us all eagerly anticipating our arrival at AC.“Hey, Lincoln,” Jackson calls from across the room, jolting me from my thoughts. “Have you finished packing yet, or are you planning t

Lincoln's POVAs we exchange greetings, Alpha Brice Anderson and his Luna, Jenny, approach from behind. Brant lights up at the sight of them, hugging his parents before they start making the rounds, greeting Alpha Lucas and Luna Alison like old friends.Another couple comes up next — the man looks like a leaner version of Alpha Lucas, and the resemblance to Sebastian is obvious. That has to be his parents. His mother has flawless pale skin, pale blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Classic beauty, icy perfection.Our groups mingle, parents shaking hands with each other, proud smiles on all their faces. I drift a bit, following Jackson and Isaac over to their families. Their mothers are warm, proud, and surprisingly quick with sarcastic remarks. they introduce Sam and me to their Alphas, both seem to be solid men — not overly flashy, but clearly respected. both Jackson and Isaac's fathers and brothers greet me like one of their own, which I’ll admit, feels fucking weird... and good.

 Zahra's POVChloe’s energy is so genuine it pulls me out of my own head. Brunch picks up from there — full of low chatter and mismatched moods. Some people look like they’re regretting every drink from last night. Others, like Lottie and Alice, are already animated, buzzing about who wore what, whose hair held up, and who definitely did not pull off feathers. Chloe joins in periodically but it’s clear her heads banging.  I nod along, half-listening, half-navigating the laser beam of Tobias’s intermittent stares.“Zahra, are you all packed? Do you need help with anything?” Alison leans around Jasper to speak to me, her voice warm and no-nonsense.I sigh. “Yes. I’m all packed. And ready.”She gives me one of those knowing smiles. The kind that says I see you, even when you

Zahra's POVTwo of the others are supernatural universities. One is a human collage. I don’t even have to think twice. The supernatural ones are far more likely to understand if I have any issues at the academy. One of them- Crescent Vale offers a slight variation of my preferred PPE option, its more detailed and will definitely be more relevant in the futureI flip open my laptop and accept my place for PPPEB — Pack Philosophy, Politics, Economics and Business. It’s the most intense course on the list, but also the most comprehensive. I even add on Supernatural History as an elective. Probably overkill. But after everything Angelica told me... it’s probably smart.With that handled, I toss some study materials onto my shopping list for tomorrow and hop into the shower.Once I’m clean and d

Sebastian's POV“Seb, what the hell are you doing?” Max’s voice chases after me, confused and slightly alarmed.I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m barely breathing, darting from one room to the next, desperate to find her. The scent gets stronger as I reach the games room. I throw the door open.Inside, a bunch of kids from school are clustered around the pool table. They all look up at me like I’ve grown a second head — and then I see her.Standing at the end of the table, stunning as hell in tight jeans and a pink blouse, is the source of that incredible smell. Chocolate brown eyes lock with mine. Her lips part. My wolf erupts.‘Mate.’"Mate," I whisper, stunned."Mate," she