All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Zahra's POVAfter the camp is broken down and everyone has eaten, I call them to attention.“Listen up, everyone.”I pause until their eyes are on me.“We’re going to be leaving the river here and heading towards those hills.” I point into the distance. “We think we’ll make quicker progress in a straight line, and there’ll be more chance of finding packs to ask for help in the trees and hills. But packs mean wolves, so keep close and keep your wits about you.”I pause, waiting for them to realise how serious this is.“I want you all re-sprayed with scent blocker, and we’re going to run in smaller groups.”Samuels and I came up with it over breakfast. Smaller groups mean less chance of being detected, and with my pack split between them, I can keep contact with everyone.I divide them all up into eight groups of six. The middle group has all the smaller and slower wolves in it, and will eventually have Samuels in it for contact, but for now I put Jen with them. The rest of my pack go w

Thor's POVI lope through the trees, the scent of pine, loam, and moss strong on the breeze. It’s a fine spring day, the sort of day that used to be my human’s favourite, and the thought hurts.It won’t be long before he’s gone.I can feel him fading.His grief and anger consumed him at first, and it was easier to retreat into me then, but now even his anger is fading. I can barely feel him.As he fades, I feel my humanity fading too. Base instincts are taking over. I’m becoming a beast.Only that.The sadness grips me again.My mate is lost.I have avenged her on every rogue I’ve encountered. For months I’ve ranged the kingdom hunting and eliminating every rogue I’ve come across, searching, always searching for signs of her. Of them. My heart tells me they’re alive. But my head tells me they aren’t.It’s been too long.I’ve been out of touch with my unit and my pack for months now. No contact. No comfort. Nothing. Just this lonely life as a nomad.At the thought, anger, hot and metal

Zahra's POVBy the time the others arrive, I’ve got a large fire going, I’ve skinned and gutted the stag with Zanthe’s claws, and I’ve started cutting up the meat to make into a stew. I have some large flat stones heating in the fire, and I plan to fry some meat on those too.When they reach me, the exhaustion on their faces is almost universally masked by the relief of knowing help is on its way. My pack all head straight to me and hug me tight as Samuels climbs down off Genevieve’s back. He smiles exhaustedly at me as he limps over, but before he reaches me, his eyes go blank as he receives his own link, and I see his whole-body sag with relief.Somehow, seeing him make contact with the Task Force makes it real, and tears fill my eyes, and my knees give out. I sink to the ground, my pack around me, and I cry. They cry, and I’m fairly sure more of the girls join us.After we all finish crying, we set up camp and start cooking, the large pot bubbling in the fire. The meat is mixed wit

Zahra's POVI hear a disturbance from behind me, and I see a blur of black barrelling out of the trees. The wolf is massive, blood coating his mouth and chest, his fur matted and filthy, his eyes rimmed with red. He looks like a crazed beast.‘Feral, watch out,’ Zanthe yells at me as we continue fighting.Fuck.A feral wolf.I’ve never seen one before, but I’ve heard stories. They are worse than rogues, because without their human they are utterly devoid of any compassion or sanity. Briefly, I feel sorry for this wolf. Given his size and colour, he’s clearly an Alpha, or maybe a powerful Beta. The only reason they tend to go feral is banishment or the loss of their mate.This poor soul.What happened to make him like this?No matter the reason though, this one, given its size and possibly training, will be extremely dangerous and won’t care who it kills. So far it’s helping us, taking out rogue after rogue. From its trajectory and the blood covering it, I’d say it’s been picking off t

Edwardo's POVWe step out of the cabin, the cool wind whipping around us as we head over to the small fenced-off area out the back. It’s sheltered, and I guess where equipment and RTVs are stored when the cabin is occupied.Thor is lying on his side, his feet still hobbled together in case he somehow fights off the sedation. I cannot afford for him to either go on a feral rampage and kill someone, or run back into the wilderness.Zahra lets out a small strangled noise as she sees him and hurries over. She crouches down and folds her arms around his neck and shoulders.“How long?” she asks, her voice muffled by his fur.I know what she’s asking.“He disappeared a week after you were taken,” I say, my voice sounding weak.Her head snaps up, her eyes shining with tears. “How long ago was that?” Her voice is a hoarse whisper.Her face is set with horror. She knows. She knows the odds.“Five and a half months,” I say, my voice gentle.Her eyes shutter.Tears stream down her face as she bur