Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 177: Spell

Chapter 177: Spell

Lennox’s POV

Our pack’s Seer walked in. Even though she was nearly twenty years older than us, she respectfully bowed her head.

"Welcome," I said, motioning to the couch. "Please, have a seat."

She shook her head gently and sat on the floor instead. I didn’t question it—she always did her spells and readings on the ground. It was her way.

I glanced at Levi and Louis, then stood up and went to the drawer where we had kept the letters. My hand shook a little as I pulled them out. Just holding them made my stomach turn. These letters had started everything.

I walked over and handed them to her. "These letters... we think they were charmed or spelled. They messed with our minds."

She took them carefully with furrowed brows. Without a word, she reached into her small bag and pulled out a bowl and some herbs tied together with black string.

She crushed the herbs into the bowl, then pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall in. Whispering something under her breath, she lit the mix. Pale smoke began to rise, curling in the air. As it did, her eyes turned a faint silver.

She spoke, her voice low and serious, like it was coming from somewhere deeper than her own throat. "Spirits of truth, lift the veil... show us what hides in this ink..."

The letters gave off a faint glow, like they didn’t want to be exposed. The fire in her bowl crackled louder.

Then she blinked and looked at us. Her voice returned to normal.

"You were right," she said. "Your guess was correct."

We all sat up straighter, listening closely.

"The ink used in these letters—was laced with spellcraft," she explained. "Subtle, dark magic. Not a curse, but an enchantment. Enough to nudge thoughts. Twist perceptions. Push emotions in certain directions."

Levi’s jaw clenched. "To what end?"

She looked at him solemnly. "To deepen your doubts. Amplify your anger. Mute your empathy. The more you read the letters, the more they pulled you into choices you wouldn’t normally make. The spell fed off your existing weaknesses—your jealousy, fear, even guilt—and then redirected them."

Louis’s face darkened. "So... we were manipulated."

She nodded slowly. "Not controlled. But influenced. Enough to make your worst choices feel justified. Enough to blind you to her pain."

my

breathe for a

weren’t

We were weaponized.

looked pale. Louis didn’t say a word. But I

had done this

her gaze to the

designed to

My blood ran cold.

Levi started,

"It was meant to push you toward

fell. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Louis’s hands curled

quickly, her voice softening. "Because your bond with her—it was too strong. Your love,

darkness clouding you... a part of you still remembered who she was to you. That

I sat back, stunned.

the spell

a small nod. "She saw the letters... she wasn’t meant to see

broken the spell... just

jaw. "Who did this?" I demanded. "Who wrote these letters?

there’s no way. She’s just a kid—fourteen at that time. There’s no

smirk, but her eyes remained serious. "You’re right. This kind of magic takes skill. Focus. Intent. Someone powerful wanted Olivia out of the way—and

silvery to the ashes. She began another incantation,

patterns. Her eyes turned silver once more... but after

is it?" Levi

at us, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

asked, his

magical shield around the sender. Powerful. Old. It’s hiding their identity from me.

dangerous,"

nodded. "And smart. But not

the letters into

"I need time—days, maybe more. I’ll run deeper incantations, older ones. If there’s a crack in their

without hesitation. "Thank

touched the door, she froze. Her head tilted slightly, like she was

turned back to