All Chapters of Scarred by fate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zahra's POVI'm gently tugged back toward consciousness. The soft cloud hardens into the unmistakable feel of a hospital bed. I sense a presence in my mind, its so new and confusing, and I start to worry, ‘hey Zahra, don’t worry, its only me!’ Zanthe's voice is warm and grounding. I have a wolf! 'Zanthe, was that real? Did we really meet the Moon Goddess?' I ask, still half-convinced it was all a dream. 'It was real. I was there with you I’ve been with you since you were born, I’ve just been deep in your mind, but I’ve seen everything you have been through,' Zanthe confirms, her voice is steady and warm in my mind, a grounding force amid the chaos.'Everything? Even...' I hesitate, not ready to revisit the attack.‘Yes, even then. I was awake when you couldn’t be. Greg found us, got us to safety. He’s why we’re here, in the hospital.’ As reality begins to sharpen around the edges of my dream-like state, the sterile beep of monitors intrudes on my thoughts. As my senses begin to retur

Xander's POVThe light streaming through the hospital window seemed to mock the gravity of the moment, casting a too-bright glow over Zahra’s hospital room. I find myself unable to look directly at her; the bruises marring her beautiful face are tinged with green, and her normally captivating blue eyes are hidden behind swollen darkness. Her golden hair, braided neatly to one side, beckons my fingers to feel its softness. An overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world surges through me. I'm tempted to sit on my hands to quell these inappropriate thoughts. Atlas stirs restlessly in my mind, echoing my protective instincts, 'I will protect her with my life, Xander. I need to know she’s safe now.' She’s part of our family now, and that bond pulls at me with an irresistible force. As these thoughts swirl, Max’s blinding smile flashes through my mind; confusing and distracting. I don’t understand what happened when he was here, and I can’t afford the mental space

Xander's POVAfter the farce of a meeting wraps up, I find myself escaping to the small garden behind the pack office, instinctively heading for the serenity of the forest's edge Eliot and Oscar, apparently just as eager for respite, follow close behind. The warm spring air mixed with the earthy scent of the trees gradually diffuses the anger boiling inside me, soothing the residual tension from the conference room.I drop to the ground, sprawling on my back to stare up at the canopy overhead, and both Eliot and Oscar do the same, flanking me on either side.“Fuck” Eliot is always so eloquent."I can't believe we're still living in the dark ages," Oscar adds, his tone as bewildered as I feel.Words fail me; my own anger and frustration are too profound for simple expressions.Just then, a familiar scent drifts toward us on the breeze, prompting us to look up. Zach is ambling over, his approach pulling us momentarily from our thoughts.Zach appears, still pale, his face etched with fati

Max's POVThe Blood Moon pack operates differently from us. They’re a larger pack, so they can’t fit everything into a single pack house like we do. Instead, they have three large pack houses spread around town, each complete with communal dining areas, living quarters for unmated wolves, and accommodations for visiting packs. They also have warrior barracks, which house both mated and unmated warriors, as well as individual homes for those who prefer not to live in a pack house.In the heart of town, there’s a centralized office block for administration. The leadership resides in a crescent-shaped street in the suburbs, with each leader having their own home. At the apex of the crescent stands the Alpha’s residence—an imposing structure of oak and glass that commands attention. While most large pack functions take place in the downtown hall, gatherings here are more intimate, meant for family rather than the broader pack communityI’ve always admired the idea of having a private resid

Zahra's POVI wake to the bright morning light piercing through the gap in my hospital room curtains, an unwelcome assault on my newly sensitive eyes. I attempt to roll away from the glaring shaft of sunlight, and in doing so, I discover that my ribs no longer send jolts of pain through my body. Sitting up, a mixture of relief and curiosity washes over me.'Zanthe?' I call out to my wolf internally, sensing that she's been active in healing me while I slept. The only response I receive is the soft echo of snores reverberating from the back of my mind, clear evidence of her nocturnal efforts.Now that I'm properly awake, my bladder decides to remind me that it’s been neglected. Fantastic. Urgently shuffling to the edge of the bed, I swing my legs down, pausing for a second, and bracing for the pain I’m half expecting. But apparently, my bladder isn't interested in waiting for any pain checks, it demands attention now.I wobble toward the adjoining bathroom, making it a whole 20 centimet