All Chapters of Fractured: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91** Josie’s POV **The ride is tense, Mason groans in pain with every bump and turn the van makes, I keep a hand on his shoulder to let him know I'm there, but he's too consumed in his pain to acknowledge me. Mr Collins is still and silent as the healer works on him. I watch him work, curious about his gift as his hands hover over Mr Collins’ body, seeking out injuries. I want to ask about his gift, and how it works, but I don't want to interrupt him. His main focus seems to be around Mr Collins’ head.“Did someone start healing him already?” the man asks, his voice startling me because I'd been so intensely focused on watching his hands. “No, none of us have a healing gift,” I shake my head.“He’s partially healed. One of you has the gift, you just don't know it yet,” he grins at me. “He’s stable for now, I’ll fix him up properly once we have a stable work environment. It’s hard to focus with the jostling of a moving vehicle,” “Thank you,” I nod.“I’m Arturo, but most peop

Chapter 93** Josie’s POV **I straddle Mason backwards so there's no risk of me touching his wounded chest. It's not ideal and I hate having to do this whilst he should be resting but needs are a must. This stupid heat is really inconvenient. Why have they not found some way of suppressing it yet? It would be extremely handy in times like this. Why would my wolf force this to happen right now? Is she insane? I feel her bristle under my skin at that thought. It's probably not the best time to argue about this with her. “Slow down” Mason breathes and I try to pace myself but this angle feels so good. If Mason is not enough then I don't know what will happen. Unless Deacon miraculously wakes up then I need to make this last until the rest of my bonds arrive. What would even happen if my heat is not satisfied? Surely it would have to pass eventually. I look over at Deacon, I imagine he's watching me and moan at the thought. I won't let him deny our bond any longer. We almost lost him t

Chapter 95** Josie’s POV **Another rumble under my feet almost knocks me off balance and this time the lights go out, seconds pass before an emergency light flicks on. “Do you have earthquakes in this realm?” I ask.“No, not unless someone makes one. This is certainly a new experience for me,” Ronnie answers me and I nod. I don't like this. Art rushes from the room and Dot goes to follow him.“Dot, I need some clothes,” I call after her. “There's some scrubs in the second door on the left,” she calls back. “I'll be right back,” I say, darting from the room and quickly finding a small room that contains clean scrubs and a small changing room. I grab a package labelled small and dash into the changing room to put the blue pants and top on. I'm about to exit when I hear voices.“We have to go now, it's already started,” a male voice hisses. “Why are they starting now? I thought we were months away from this,” a female voice whispers back. “Because their two strongest are incapacit

Chapter 97 ** Josie’s POV **The voices draw closer and I scramble through the empty window, crouching behind the wall there. The decaying building reeks of must and mildew I cover my nose to try and block the smell. “What the hell happened to these two?” a gruff voice asks.“Must have got into a fight on their way out,” another voice responds, seemingly unbothered. “This saves me a job. They're no longer needed now anyway. They were in the perfect position to take them out and they failed every single time. Useless idiots,” the gruff voice complains. I process what they are saying. I had already worked out that Cash was one of our attackers but now I think about the other attacks. When someone had thrown that knife at my head in the dining hall Clarrisa had been there! That bitch! If she wasn't already dead I'd kill her. “Let’s get rid of these bodies and get out of here, if anyone else was going to come they'd be here already. The realms are completely cut off from each other now

Chapter 99** Josie’s POV **Frank takes us back to the bookshop and into a small apartment above it. He turns on an old-style desktop computer.“It takes a while to boot up,” he motions to the computer. “Why are you in this realm?” he asks, leaning against the computer desk and crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for an explaination. I give him a rundown of the previous day's events, skipping out the part where I killed people. “You can use the computer to email him but I’d expect that if he could get here, he would be here by now,” Frank says, clicking the mouse.“He’s probably still unconscious, but I have to try something,” I sigh. “Is the only way you have to contact him?”“Yes,” he gestures for me to use the computer. I move around and see the blank email page. Deacon's name is at the top and just the sight of it sends a thrill through me. What the hell do I say? I’m not sure how secure this is so maybe I shouldn't put too much information in the mail.‘Hey D,I hope your