All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Max's POVI have no idea what this lecture is about. I didn’t even catch the guy’s name at the beginning. I’ve been staring at my empty notebook or out at the sun-filled canopy outside the window for the last ninety minutes. Lincoln reassured me earlier, Medus too, but I still can’t shake this feeling. It’s an anxious restlessness that sits low in my gut. Like I’m late for something and don’t know what it is. Or like watching something bad start to happen in slow motion, and I can’t stop it. I don’t know how else to describe it.I have a pounding headache on top of everything because Medus is pacing nonstop.My phone is still depressingly still in my pocket. I tried calling Zahra a couple of times over lunch, but still nothing. Once or twice I even felt phantom buzzing, absolutely convinced she’d replied, but no. Just me being an idiot, left staring at a blank screen like a total fool.‘We will go to the task force as soon as this stupid lesson is over,’ Medus snarls as he circles agai

Max's POVShe is lying in the hospital bed, barely recognisable. Her face is one massive bruise, mottled purple and black, with some kind of frame strapped over her nose. The bruising spreads out from beneath it in ugly shadows. Her leg is wrapped in plaster and suspended from the ceiling by a rope and pulley system that looks medieval and wrong. She is horrendously pale. Her usual warm, sun-kissed skin is washed out, almost grey.A sound escapes me. It might be a sob, but I can’t even tell. My chest feels like it is splitting open, my heart about to rupture under the pressure.“Zahra,” I croak.Medus is stunned into silence and stillness for once. He is just gaping at her through my eyes.Henry gasps beside me. “Oh goddess,” he breathes. “What happened?” He is staring down at her like he cannot make sense of what he is seeing.I stumble forward and grab her hand. It is so small. And so cold.“Stage two,” Edwardo says simply.I whip my head toward him and growl. “Excuse me?”He sighs,

Tobias's POVTraining is interesting today, though I am not really paying attention to much. I focus on my opponents enough to avoid losing embarrassingly, and I pretend to watch the others, but my mind is still drowning in everything from last night. Marcus and Aiden’s muttering finally cuts through the noise in my head.“What’s going on with him today? He’s really off form?” Marcus whispers.“Who?” I ask, keeping my voice as low as theirs.“Max. He just tapped out of that bout against the Yellowstone Beta.”I turn immediately. Max is standing at the edge of his group looking as dejected as I feel, but there is something else. He looks lost. Fully trapped in his own head. He is not paying attention to anything happening around him. As I watch, Lincoln tries to get his attention. Once, twice, three times before Max actually reacts, and even then it is delayed, like he had to swim up through something heavy and dark to hear him.A cold thread slides down my spine.He presses a hand over

Tobias's POVThe inside of the hospital room is crowded.Nicholas, Aiden, Jasper, Max, Henry, Edwardo, Zach, Xander, Oscar, and Eliot are all squeezed around the bed. Every one of them reacts to my aura in the same way the wolves in the hallway did. They pull back a fraction, necks bared, instinctively giving me space even as the room barely has any to offer.And as I shoulder my way through them, she comes into view.If I did not know it was her—if I could not smell her beneath the sterile sting of antiseptic, if Nicholas had not said her name—there is no universe in which I would recognise her.Her face is almost entirely purple-blue, the swelling distorting every delicate feature I remember. Her nose is braced in a frame, her cheekbone dark and swollen, and her right leg is suspended from a traction frame hanging from the ceiling. She looks so small. So breakable. Nothing like the fierce girl who glared at me yesterday with fire in her eyes.Oh goddess.Thor’s snarl tears through m

Zahra's POVI wake with a gasp.My heart is pounding, my breath dragging in short, painful gasps. My chest feels restricted, like something heavy is pressing down on it. My eyes adjust slowly to the dim lighting, shapes sharpening out of the haze, and the unfamiliar room makes every muscle in my body tense. After that dream, my nerves are raw and frayed, and the quiet beeping in the background grates on me until I realise it matches the frantic rhythm of my heart.A hospital. I am in a hospital.The memory of the pain course slams back into me, dragging the ache through my ribs and down my leg. Shit. Right. I am still broken.I reach through the bond, searching for Zanthe. I feel her faintly, sleeping at the edge of our connection, but every time I try to grab hold of her she slips away like slick jelly. There is no point forcing it. She feels drained, and she needs the rest. I let the bond settle.My eyes adjust fully now, and the room becomes clearer. I am propped up on a hospital b