All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Lincoln's POVOver the next few weeks, Tobias’s eyes become present more and more. Every day, he stays for a little longer.Thor has been practically glued to my side since the trap incident. We can hear and see the patrols around our fence as they search for the rogues. We still have no idea how they managed to get in so close to the castle. The patrols over the back mountains are not as frequent as they are on the other borders of the territory, but that’s because they’ve never had an attack from that direction.The consensus is that the rogues tracked in specifically over the ridge and travelled miles through the range. The trackers followed their scent back to the other side of the mountains, and now there are regular patrols throughout the ridge.I’ve been watching my investments increase nicely, and so far, I’ve already made a good return. I’ve reinvested the profits into other portfolios and have been able to pay Brant back a chunk of his loan. The new business is already doing

Lincoln's POA splash sounds behind me.I turn, just in time to see a large circle of bubbles rippling out from below the rocks at the far end of the lake.I’m guessing Thor leapt in.I wait for him to re-emerge, or to see him swimming towards me, but there’s nothing.Still nothing.Apprehension grows in my stomach. He’s been down quite a while now.What’s going on?I scan the shore in case I missed him, though yeah, like I could miss a three-quarters-of-a-ton black wolf.There’s still nothing.I strike out, swimming hard for the centre of the fading ripples. Bubbles are still coming up, and I head straight for them, Lex’s worry rising sharply alongside my own.I peer down beneath the water, but it’s hard to see with the disturbance from my own arms as I swim, the water churning around me. I think there’s a shape below.I dive, the water clean and clear enough that I can keep my eyes open. I scan beneath me, turning to make sure I haven’t missed anything, then look deeper. It’s surpri

Edwardo's POVMy desk chair creaks as I lean back in it. My bones feel like they might creak as well, to be honest. Henry and Blake sit across from me, the morning light making the buttons on their uniforms glint.“We still can’t establish communication with Jameson and Montague, but we know they’re both alive. I think we just have to hope they continue their mission parameters at this stage and make it out alive, like Samuels and Larkin.”Blake pauses, inhaling.“Samuels is recovering well now he’s back in the hospital. His parents are relieved to have him closer. The doctor is happy with his reports, but the consensus is that he’ll be unable to return to service. He’s lost too much bowel. However, the good news is, it does appear Zahra was right. Sally is his mate. The tattoo was removed yesterday after he settled in for the night following his transfer back, and the bond snapped into place as soon as she arrived.”Well, that’s something, I guess.Sadness, for what Samuels has lost

Edwardo's POVBaxter stiffens, his eyes clouding over in a mind link. I wait for him to finish before we continue our inspection, and I’m about to comment to Blake on the slight build of one of the warriors disembarking from the truck when Baxter grabs my arm.“Possible rogue sighting in the woods north of the cabin.”“Shit,” I grit out.Baxter is linking again, and I notice several warriors on the field stiffen as they receive communications.'Alpha team, rogue sightings in the woods north of the castle. Establish a secure perimeter around the cabin. Warriors inbound to search and destroy,' I send through the link.'Beta team, set up a perimeter around the castle. More warriors inbound.'I start running, Baxter and Blake at my side. We reach the truck as the last recruit unloads, and Baxter practically pulls the driver from his seat before jumping in behind the wheel.“The castle is in lockdown, but we have to secure Thor. They seem to be after him.”“I’ve sent the Alpha unit to secu

Tobias's POVEverything hurts.The light. The fabric against my skin. The hard press of the gurney beneath my back.I struggled not to cry out just now, when Edwardo and Henry lift me out of the helicopter. The blades are still cutting through the air behind us, the wind whipping across the roof, and the sound is deafening. It grates through my skull, sharp enough to make my teeth ache.I keep my eyes closed because even the cloudy daylight is too bright to tolerate.I have no idea what’s going on.Linc said it’s been six months, but that doesn’t feel right. It feels like weeks. Maybe only days. I remember seeing Lincoln in a cabin, watching him work from time to time, but not months. Not six whole months.A flash of memory dredges us from my brain, Claws clacking against wooden floorboards. The scent of wood smoke and coffee. Lincoln’s voice, low and tired, muttering to himself then another, flash, Lincoln murmuring in his sleep as he tossed and turned on the bed. And I remember, jas