บททั้งหมดของ Marked by Fate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I cringe as I gulp down a mouthful of blue super juice.“Damn, that gets worse every time.”Layla sticks out her tongue, shaking her head.“I’ll never get bored of your face when you drink that poison. I didn’t even know it was possible for a face to scrunch up that many ways.”Drake chuckles. “Yeah, it’s gross and I hate it,” I mutter, shivering.He turns in his seat and opens his arms for me to sit on his knee, but just as I move forward, my entire body goes stiff.Bang. Bang. Bang.Drake leaps to his feet, scanning the room. The sound is distant, but not distant enough.Bang. Bang. Bang.Closer this time. My head snaps toward Drake just as his turns to me.“What the fu—”“ALPHA! LUNA! THEY HAVE GUNS! THE HUMANS ARE ATTACKING WITH GUNS!”A warrior’s voice screams through the mind-link.Another volley of gunfire erupts. There’s no time to think—our wolves surge forward, taking control, propelling us into motion. We sprint down the hall toward the kitchen.We burst in to find Caius, S

But then I hear her voice—small but fierce.“Let him go, NOW!”Layla bursts forward, guiding me through the tangled woods. Her scent hits me like a jolt, and I can hear her heart hammering. I push harder, crashing through branches and over fallen logs.I burst past a curtain of brush—and freeze.Elizabeth stands there, clutching a chain. On the other end, Baylee’s missing wolf cowers. With every tug, the metal bites into his neck, ripping fur, drawing blood.Baylee stands across from her, shoulders squared like she’s ready to pounce.I leap forward, grabbing Baylee and pulling her behind me. She clutches my hand to steady herself, trembling but burning with fury.“You shouldn’t have come, Lilly,” the doctor hisses. “Take the girl and go… or I’ll kill the wolf.”Her voice shakes with desperation, but her grip on the knife is steady. I can’t let her hurt him.“Give me the wolf, and I’ll give you a two-minute head start. Go now—or die.”Layla’s voice growls through mine. Elizabeth doesn’

Three Months Later…Days bleed into weeks. Weeks into months. And everything changes.Our people stay on edge—nervous, alert, always braced for the next human attack. Drake builds an armory, lining it with weapons of every kind—guns I’ve never even seen before. We expand the training fields, and every pack member now wears a bulletproof vest.Gone are the days of wolves quietly patrolling the border.Now we have an army.An army equipped with advanced artillery and trained to kill on sight. Nothing crosses our borders without triggering a response. Anyone who tries will die—except for one or two we keep alive for questioning.Even the children prepare for war.Both schools clear out their cellars, transforming them into emergency shelters. Every kid knows what to do if the worst happens. And our own—Caden, Baylee, Ryan—we bring them into the planning. It sounds insane, including children in tactical talks, but they need to understand what we’re up against. They can’t just run off, thi

As Ben opens the TV room door, the space floods with Baylee’s wolves. They barrel in with wild energy, mud dripping from their paws. Evelyn rushes in behind them, flushed and exasperated.“Alpha, Luna, I’m so sorry! They snuck past me, and now I can’t get the little turds out. And they’re covered in mud!”She looks like she’s already halfway to quitting.But before Drake or I can respond, one of the wolves pads over to Baylee’s side, where Aspen stands protectively near her head. As the wolf nudges Aspen aside and licks a slow, tender line from Baylee’s jaw to her temple, her eyes flutter open. A small, tired smile tugs at her lips.She lifts her arm, drapes it around the wolf’s broad shoulders, and snuggles into him.“I love you too, Rupa,” she whispers.Caden’s face lights up with hope, and the knot in my chest loosens for the first time all day. He glances at Evelyn with a rare smile.“It’s fine. Let them stay. They’re making her feel better.”Evelyn looks like she wants to argue—d

We all gather in the kitchen. I reach for the coffee pot, but before I can even fill it, Ben vaults over the counter and snatches it from my hands like a caffeinated ninja.“What the hell are you doing?” I snap, narrowing my eyes at his muddy, blood-covered form. “Your little James Bond slide just ruined everything! Evelyn’s going to murder us.”He snorts and fills the jug with water. “I’d rather face Evelyn’s wrath than die from your toxic brew.”I gasp and smack him with the tea towel. “I can make coffee, you dick!”He nudges me back with his hip, so I hit him harder.“Oh please,” he scoffs. “You burned water last time. I’m exhausted, I need real coffee, not a chemical hazard. If you make it, we’ll just end up dumping it and starting over. I don’t have the patience.”“Not in the mood?” I growl. “You’re lucky I’m tired too, or you wouldn’t be walking straight for a week.”Ben clutches his chest dramatically. “Ooh, Drake, come get your woman—she’s talking dirty again and I just can’t