All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

Zahra's POVI glance out of the back window, but I can't see anything except the convoy behind us.Fuck, I can't do this. The tension is going to kill me. I have no idea how far we are from Night Howlers still. Brant's sending some warriors to greet us and bring us in, but how far away are we from them?More howls break through the nervous quiet of the car, and I glance out of the windows. It looks like there's more movement in the trees, but I'm not sure if it's just me seeing things in the dark.That's what I'm going to tell myself anyway.Shit.I glance behind us again. Warriors are leaping off the back of the Task Force truck, shifting mid-air and charging off into the trees.I mean, that's fucking cool. I'm fucking good at a flying shift, but these guys don't even stumble when they hit the ground at this speed. One second, they're human bodies throwing themselves off the back of a moving truck, the next they're wolves landing on all fours and immediately breaking into a sprint.I

Zahra's POVThe second the road clears, Xander accelerates again, but every increase in speed means Max is being thrown around harder in the back. I look over my shoulder just as the nurse checks the monitor beside him.“His heart rate is climbing.”“What?”“It's still within acceptable limits, but all this movement is putting stress on him.”No fucking shit.“Can you do anything?”“Not unless we stop.”A sharp, completely humourless laugh escapes me as another howl sounds somewhere outside. “That's not fucking happening.”“I know.”At least she doesn't argue.Something slams into the back of the SUV before I can turn around properly. The whole car jolts, the nurse screams, and Zanthe snarls viciously inside my head as I catch a glimpse of a sandy-coloured wolf falling away from the rear window.Another is already coming.“Xander!”“I see it.”He jerks the wheel, and the wolf misses the back of the car by inches, disappearing from view. But avoiding it sends Max sliding sideways again

Zahra's POVThe shadows stay with us.But not constantly, which is almost fucking worse. We'll go thirty seconds, maybe a minute, without seeing anything between the trees, and each time I start to think we've finally managed to outrun them. Then the road bends, our headlights sweep across another stretch of forest, and something moves between the trunks.Sometimes it's close enough that I can make out the colour of its fur before it disappears again. Other times it's nothing more than a shape running through the darkness, there for a second before the trees swallow it.They're not keeping pace with the vehicles. They can't. Every time we hit a decent stretch of open road, Aiden pulls farther ahead and Xander stays right behind him, pushing the SUV until the engine sounds like it's fucking screaming. But the road twists through the forest while the rogues don't have to follow it. They disappear into the trees, cut across the bends and turn up again farther along.Zanthe hasn't stopped

Zahra's POVMy gaze drops to the phone still resting in my lap, Brant waiting silently on the other end while I decide whether to accept the sanctuary he's offering. Beyond him is the hospital Max desperately needs, but there is an entire pack around it too. Homes. Families asleep or sheltering together because they know something is happening beyond their borders. Children who have probably been pulled out of bed. Elderly wolves who couldn't outrun an invading army if it reached them.Shadow flashes through my mind so vividly that for a moment I can almost smell the exhaust fumes outside the pack house again. Cars packed until there was barely room to move. Parents checking for the third or fourth time that their children were inside. Elderly wolves clutching bags containing whatever pieces of their lives they'd managed to grab. Lincoln standing there watching generations of his pack drive away from the only home they'd ever known because staying would have put them directly in the p

Tobias's POVDriving out of Shadow at the head of the convoy while Zahra remains somewhere behind me goes against every fucking instinct I have. Every mile we put between us feels wrong. Thor has been demanding I turn the car around since the moment we left her, and if there weren't hundreds of people following my fucking taillights right now, I'm not entirely sure I wouldn't.But I can feel Lincoln's emotions, and he's even more of a mess than I am. He has the added distress of leaving his home and the guilt of uprooting his entire pack.“It's going to be okay,” I murmur as I notice him squeeze his eyes closed in the passenger seat beside me.He blinks them open, and a tear leaks from the corner of one. He clears his throat but doesn't say anything.“You've made an impossible decision, one that lesser Alphas wouldn't have been able to make.”He wipes at his face and angles his head away from me, turning to look out of the window as we wind down through the packlands towards the gate,