All Chapters of Bound by Twisted Fate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Is everyone ready?" Jaimie asked put loud as he looked around the room staring each and every soldier in the eyes."The Reed pack territory has never been the most secure being so close to the mountains but I imagine they have since tightened up security." "Yeah, thanks to King Reagan being a raging doucebag." Lyra scoffed as she rested her legs on top of a barrel.I nodded. "Yep." I spoke in agreement folding my arms across my chest."Anyway," I spoke walking around our strategy table. "The plan is easy, we go in, steal the gem and get out. No one has to get hurt." The soldiers around me nodded in affirmation.The basement of the manor hadn't been used in a while but turns out it was the perfect place for strategy meetings though dingy and dark.Jaimie stepped to the centre of the room tugging on the map we had centred there. "Okay. So Thane and I will go for the gem. The rest of you are responsible for keeping us as inconspicuous as possible." "How is a once thought to be dead

The wind cut blew across the ridge, carrying the scent of pine and dirt. I placed my palm flat to the stone and was still for some time. Behind me, five shadows stood so still it felt like they were holding their breaths. “Hear that?” Jaimie's voice came from right behind me, his voice low enough to not be carried into the night wind. Lyra was crouched down right behind him, her eyes focused on the border. “Patrol. Two. West." Just like we had anticipated. The Reed pack territory might have been moutaneous and rocky but luckily we had spent enough time here as kids to know the lay of the land pretty well. The night air was cold and bit into the skin on my face. I turned to face the rest. “The gem’s in the Reed family manor,” I spoke. "Jaimie and I will get in, we'll get out. You guys will scout and have our backs. Remember, no kills unless there’s no choice. We already have a war at hand and enemity and tension amongst the pack. We don't need more of that.” "Unless they force

I didn't let the screen door slam behind me as I carefully eased it shut, my thumb was on the latch to make sure it didn't make any noise. I pulled my hoodie sleeves over my hands as I stepped outside. For a second, I just stood on the porch and forced my heart to calm down. The porch light seemed brighter than usual but deep down, I knew that was just my anxiety. I didn't even know why the porch light was on so early. The sun had barely gone down. No one had noticed me slip out with all the meetings and plans still going on inside. I started heading away banking on everyone being distracted to not notice. My mind couldn't help but go back to my first time trying to escape the manor. I remember being so desperate to get away I didn't even know where had been going. I guess that much had changed. The woods started where the yard gave up with about twenty feet of dead grass, then a darkness. No path. Just trees and the bushes. I felt like the air kept changing as I crossed the f

The trip back home seemed longer than usual. Even though it was a successful mission, something felt off. I turned and looked at Jaimie. Lyra and the others had broken free of us the minute we got back to set other aspects of our plan in place. So it was just me and him. The walk back was silent and for some reason the gravel road made it seem much longer. I looked up at the sky. It was Twilight and the sun was setting sharing purplish, pinkish hues around. It wouldn't be long now. Jaimie walked with his hands in his pockets. I couldn't help but stare at the scars on this arm. I definitely hadn't noticed them before. I wondered how he had gotten them. If it was by years of fighting Dark ones or another way. I still couldn't believe my brother had a whole life without me that I couldn't even dream of being a part of. “You’re quiet,” Jaimie finally spoke breaking the heavy silence. "You know, when you were younger, I would have paid a million dollars to have you shut up." He

The shed was filled with the scent of dust and mold. I held Matteo tight in my arms and every time the walls shuddered, I just held him closer. I pressed my back harder against the door, biting back the scream on the verge of my throat. I tried to ignore the pain in my ankle but it was becoming unbearable. The metallic scent of my own blood disturbing. Matteo was shuddering in my arms. He wasn’t crying anymore which felt much, much worse. I heard his swallowed hard as the shed rocked again from the force of the dark ones trying to break in. The next thud made my heart skip a beat as some wood gave way. Claws raked down the outside wall. The wooden bar we had improvised and set against the door shook. It wouldn’t hold much longer and I knew that. “Piper?” Matteo whispered. His voice was tiny. “This isn't how it ends." I furrowed my brows disturbed by the certainty in Matteo's voice. How could he be so sure? Was it something he had seen in his dreams as well? “No it isn't." I