Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 89: Shadow Pack

Olivia's POV

I followed this strange man into the Shadow Pack. It was a reckless act, but I didn't regret it. We were still in our wolf forms, moving swiftly through the dense trees and into unfamiliar territory. He didn't look back once, but I could feel his presence—strong, commanding, and oddly reassuring. I couldn't explain why, but I trusted him, even though I didn't even know his name.

As we passed the final line of trees, I slowed, my eyes widening in surprise. The Shadow Pack wasn't what I expected.

It was just like the Full Moon Pack—civilized, structured, and well-developed. There were tall, modern buildings made of stone and glass, stretching high into the sky. Roads were clean and organized. Wolves in both forms moved around with purpose, working, talking, training. It was a world within the forest, hidden yet thriving.

But what truly caught my attention was the way everyone reacted to the man ahead of me.

Every wolf we passed lowered their head in respect. Some even stepped aside quickly, avoiding his gaze. He didn't acknowledge them, simply kept walking as though it was expected of them.

I received a different kind of attention.

Suspicious, wary eyes followed me. I saw whispers exchanged, a few growls barely concealed. They didn't recognize me, and I wasn't one of them. Their stares made it clear—I wasn't welcome here.

Yet none dared to approach me. Not while I was walking beside him.

Who was he?

And why did the Shadow Pack fear and respect him so much?

We kept moving deeper into the Shadow Pack's land, still in our wolf forms. The strange wolf in front of me walked with confidence, like he owned the ground he stepped on. I followed without thinking, but a nervous feeling started to grow in my chest.

Then I remembered something.

and made way for him. At the time, I was too caught up

following the Alpha of

made my steps slower, my heart beat faster. I didn't know if I should turn around or keep going,

a

own way, regal even, but it didn't compare to the grand opulence of

they saw him, they moved aside

carrying trays, others cleaning. There were wolves and humans working together. Every single one of them stopped when they saw him. They

looked at

is this wolf? Why is she here? Their faces said it all. They didn't know me, and they weren't sure they liked me being here. But they didn't say a word—not while I

was surprisingly nice. There were big windows letting in sunlight, clean wooden floors, and decorations

not saying a word, but in

turned—and right in

muscular, and

eyes met mine. "Follow me," he said,

growled a little, confused

a brow at me. "You are scared?" he asked, but I didn't

"I won't hurt you… I swear on my sister's life," he

Does he even have

portrait of a lady who looked exactly like him. Same black

is my twin sister,

more time before

he said firmly. Then he

a moment, unsure. My paws were frozen in place. I didn't know who he really was. But

So, I followed him.

up the stairs behind