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.

yet beautiful silver

aloud, "I'll take this one," pulling out the few notes I

slightly and found a woman, probably in her late sixties, standing just

said, her voice low and

on alert. "Yes… do I know

in their intensity. "No. But I

brows, gripping the

continued, stepping closer. "I see what others cannot. And child…" —her voice dropped to a

My breath caught.

I asked, the words barely

must be careful, Olivia. You must watch those who smile the brightest… their knives are

stirred inside me, sensing the truth

it someone close to me?" I asked,

as if searching the threads of fate. When she

she said, placing a wrinkled hand on mine. "Be alert, child… or you won't live long enough to find

she turned and began

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

contemplating her words. I became worried and decided to return to

words echoed endlessly in my mind—"I

the longer path past the gardens to

eyes snapped toward the sound—and

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

had gotten for my mother and dove straight

was cold, but adrenaline surged through me, pushing me forward. I reached her just as she slipped beneath the surface again, wrapping an

us both out of the pool, I laid her on the warm stone deck. She was coughing violently, water pouring from her mouth as her lungs finally began to take in

the soaked hair from her forehead. "It's okay," I whispered, voice shaking.