All Chapters of Marked By Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

If this search worked, if we found Selene, it meant walking into a fight—a big one. A handful of warriors wouldn’t cut it, so I was taking almost everyone. Megan had been a mess since Selene was taken, pacing, snapping, refusing to sit still. No way I’d talk her out of coming this time—she was in, and I wasn’t arguing. My job was to protect them all, to bring them back, and I’d do it with everything I had.I faced the pack, my voice steady, cutting through the morning chill. “Those who can’t fight, step to the left. Everyone else, with me.” The crowd shifted, the young, the elders, and the wounded moving aside. I pointed to a small group of warriors and trackers, their faces grim but ready. “You’re in charge of the safehouse. Get them there if anything goes wrong while we’re gone. Keep them safe.”They nodded, no hesitation, and led the others away, their steps quick and quiet. The rest of us—warriors, trackers, Megan included—turned to the unclaimed lands, the wild, barren stretch b

Her skin was warm, but her breathing was too slow, too weak. Whatever magic they’d used on her was still working, holding her under. I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice low, pleading. “You’re stronger than this. Fight it, babe. I need you.”No response, just the faint rise and fall of her chest. My throat tightened, fear mixing with the rage burning in my gut. I looked around, the empty cage in the corner catching my eye—silver, her scent still clinging to it. The child we’d found, maybe Rhea, was with the warriors now, safe for the moment. But Selene—she was the one they wanted, the one they’d tried to force into this ritual.Outside, the fighting grew louder, snarls and crashes echoing through the stone walls. Marcus’s voice came through the mindlink, tense but steady. Darius, we’ve got rogues out here. Too many. Need you.I growled, my wolf itching to join the fight, to rip through the bastards who’d done this to her. “Hold them off,” I sent back, my voice rough. i'm coming .”

I staggered to my feet, my legs shaky but holding, and Darius’s eyes widened, his wolf pausing mid-strike, relief flashing across his face. I wanted to run to him, to throw my arms around him and never let go, but we were in a battlefield, surrounded by snarling rogues and the stench of blood and magic. There was no time for that.I moved to his side, my heart steady despite the chaos, and let Luna take over. My body shifted, fur rippling over my skin, claws extending as I became my wolf, her strength coursing through me like fire. As we battled the rogues, their numbers dwindling, a new threat emerged from the treeline. A second group, a fresh wave of enemies, poured from the woods. Their leader was a woman, and the sight of her sent a jolt of recognition through me. I’d seen her before, during the first rogue attack at Black Oak. She was the cloaked figure who had stood at the edge of the woods, a silent observer. Our eyes had met for just a moment before she turned and vanished int

Time stretched, and I felt my energy draining, a life force ebbing away. Just as I was about to fall to my knees, a wave of panic washed over me. No, please, hold on, Nora, I pleaded, my voice a desperate plea in my mind. You're pregnant. That's why, Selene, Luna's voice echoed, filled with worry. Your energy isn't at its peak. Let me take over. I knew better. She had no magic. Kasamaan would use his dark power to destroy us both. I held on, my grip on him tightening. Then, he stopped struggling. I felt his hands wrap around me, his body no longer a vessel of pure rage, but a chilling presence. He brought his mouth close to my ear, his voice a low, almost inaudible murmur. I couldn't quite grasp the words, but they sent a shiver down my spine, and my knees buckled. We both fell, a tangled mess of light and darkness. But before I hit the ground, strong arms caught me. I heard a soft thud as Kasamaan's body hit the dirt. "Selene!" Darius's voice was a frantic whisper. He held me

I was a helpless observer, trapped in a replay of the past. The chilling realization hit me then: I was living in Kasamaan's memories. I watched, a horrified spectator, as the boys stood over him. Their faces, once filled with cruel mirth, now held a look of panicked surprise. They looked at each other, and then, with no more words, they ran off. I looked down, and my breath hitched in my throat. There was blood on the ground, a dark, viscous pool oozing from his side. They had stabbed him. His eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pain, suddenly flew open, and he stared directly at me, his eyes now bloodshot, a silent scream of agony and betrayal. I felt a pang of profound sadness, a strange empathy for the boy who would become my greatest enemy. The scene changed again, and suddenly I was standing at the edge of a cliff. A warm breeze rustled my hair, and below, a pool of crystal-clear water shimmered in the sunlight. I had no idea why I was here, but the peacefulness of the plac