Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 52: Danger

Chapter 52: Danger

Olivia's POV

I needed to get a few things from the town square. Tomorrow was my mother's birthday, and I wanted to buy her something nice with the pennies I had.

As I set out to leave, Anita appeared from the corner and blocked my path. A fierce glare burned in her eyes as she stared me down.

"You either leave this pack in one piece, or I will send you out in different pieces," she spat.

I raised a brow at her. "Are you threatening me?" I asked, my voice calm despite the anger already boiling inside me.

Anita scoffed and took a step closer until we were face to face. Her makeup-caked face hovered inches from mine.

"If I were you, I'd take it as a friendly warning. For old times' sake, I'm giving you an option. Leave this pack in one piece—or what befell your father will happen to you, and you'll join him in the afterlife."

Rage flared inside me, and my wolf growled, urging me to attack her, but I held myself back.

"For old times' sake, Anita, I'll let this pass," I said, watching her narrow her eyes. "But the next time you stand before me and spew such rubbish," I stepped closer, our noses nearly touching, "I will make sure the guards tie you up and flog you in the middle of the pack house courtyard."

Anita's lips parted in shock, clearly not expecting me to bite back. But I was done playing nice. Done acting weak. I had kept my distance. I had stayed out of her way. But now, she had crossed the line.

"You think you can do that to me?" she scoffed.

I smiled, a bitter smile. "Yes, Anita, I have the power to do that and more. Remember, I am the Luna. And you…" I narrowed my eyes, scanning her from head to toe, "you are just a concubine. Don't forget that." I mocked, then turned and walked away, not giving her the chance to respond.

I was able to leave the pack house after letting one of the warriors escort me. According to them, it was mandatory that I don't walk alone, and I had no choice but to allow the guard to follow me.

When I got to town, I walked straight to the small jewelry shop at the corner of the square. Inside, the shopkeeper greeted me warmly. I forced a smile and scanned the glass display.

in a velvet box, was a simple yet beautiful silver bracelet. Engraved with tiny moon symbols, delicate but strong. Just

"I'll take this one,"

probably in her late sixties, standing just a few steps away. Her silver-streaked hair was tied into a low bun, and her pale green

said, her voice low and hoarse, like wind

alert. "Yes… do

in their intensity. "No.

gripping the paper bag in

what others cannot. And child…" —her voice dropped

My breath caught.

words barely

she said, eyes never leaving mine. "You must be careful, Olivia. You must

me, sensing the truth

close to me?" I asked, heart

her eyes for a moment, as if searching the threads of fate. When she opened

hand on mine. "Be alert,

that, she turned and began

but she didn't stop. By the time I reached the street,

stood, contemplating her words. I became worried and decided to

was slow. The seer's words echoed endlessly

path past the gardens to clear my head. As I neared

toward the sound—and

the deep end of the pool, her tiny arms flailing, her mouth opening and closing in silent

the bracelet I had gotten for

pushing me forward. I reached her just as she slipped beneath the surface again, wrapping

her on the warm stone deck. She was coughing violently,

knelt beside her, brushing the soaked hair from her