All Chapters of Fighting Fate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My tea was tasteless in my mouth, the heavy thoughts racing through my mind seemed to have numbed my taste buds. The boys had been talking for ages about where the pack that had Meg was. The pack was big, the second biggest in England. Their head of security is the best in England full stop.  "So there's nothing we can do."The boys stopped talking and turned to me. "That's not what we're saying, Carrie." I set my mug down and stepped forward. "But you might as well be! Megan is stuck in some hell hole, god knows if she's even alive." I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair "and we've wasted enough time." Ben stepped toward me, "No, I know that look, Carrie. You're going to

The alpha gave us no time to talk, he had Dante uncuffed and the wolf who had brought us in, lead him and Ben away. Then he sent Megan back to her room, and I turned to follow her."I've been alive a long time Carrie."I froze in the doorway and looked back at him."In that time, I've made a small observation." I smiled politely, "is this small observation your tiny brain capacity?"The alpha grinned easily at my insult. "No, it's the protectiveness of a male over his mate."I rolled my eyes and gave him a slow sarcastic clap. "How genius of you."The alpha smiled and shook his head. "Clap all you want Carrie, the fact remains, you're the one that strangled me, not Ben."My hands tightened against the doorframe, "what's your point?"He raised an eyebrow, "your sister's fiance wasn't passionate enough to attack me for her, but he put a bomb in his neck the minute you were at risk."The alpha grinned and prete

Ben woke me before sunrise. It didn't really matter, mainly because I hadn't slept all, and lying on a soft mattress for hours gets boring. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Megan.The pack had supplied us with clothes fit for long-distance missions. I kept my dark denim skinny jeans from the day before, pulled on the soft leather hiking boots that were just a little too big. Then nibbled my lip looking, at the shirt options. Eventually opting for a deep purple tank. Dante, Ben and the wolf who brought us to the alpha met me in the hallway. From there we made a beeline for the weapons room. The clicking of metal was the only sound as we suited up for the mission. I lifted up a pair of sleek knives and began spinning lightly in my hands."There's something about a girl with a weapon."I turned around and Dante was smirking at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben stiffen, but

DANTE'S POV!!!!!"Where did you learn to do this?" Carrie asked quietly, admiring her reflection in the river. Her gorgeous green eyes glinted wildly, a strange mindblowing contrast to the dark blue patterns on her face. Rent smiled at her, "art runs in my family, my mom taught me to paint before I could walk. "A kind warm smile pulled gently at her lips and her eyes softened on him. My wolf whined restlessly. I stepped toward them, "in that case, what happened to my disguise? I look ridiculous."A mixture of splotchy mud stains and sludgy water plants stuck unevenly to the body at odd angles.Rent's eyes snapped to mine, immediately hardening. "What's wrong pretty boy?  Afraid the mud makes you look fat?"I growled, "I look like I swam halfway across the river.""You smell like it too." Rent replied.

RENT'S POV "This is never going to work," I said"Shut up... and smile!""I am smiling!""That's more of a grimace.""What's the difference?" I whisper demanded"You look like you're in pain.""This is pretty painful."Carrie rolled her perfect cat green eyes."You're being very dramatic." "Well, this is a terrible plan!""It's a great plan!"I looked at her, "the plan where we distract the queen with a tray of fucking pastry while the others sneak down the ceiling. That plan?""Yes.""No. It's not great."She squared her shoulders and looked forward determinedly. "Rent, it's for Ben."My eyes fell on her and softened slightly. Her willingness to pummel headfirst into danger for other wolves amazed me. She pushed a bomb into her neck for Dante, using her own free will. And now we were trekking down a silky marble hallway toward a queen who killed on sight for sport. And all for someone else. 'She wouldn't do it for you. No one would.'That thought squeezed at my chest, and I shook