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."

swallowed, my

breathe for a

we weren’t just

We were weaponized.

I could see

done this

lowered her gaze to

your minds," she said. "It was designed to turn you fully against Olivia. To isolate her... and

My blood ran cold.

mean—" Levi started, but

meant

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

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

with all that darkness clouding you... a

I sat back, stunned.

why is the spell

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

Olivia had unknowingly broken the spell... just by

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

grimly. "But there’s no way. She’s just a kid—fourteen at that time. There’s no way she pulled

right. This kind of magic takes skill. Focus. Intent. Someone powerful wanted Olivia out of the way—and wanted to use you to do

to the ashes. She began another incantation, voice flowing quickly

strangely, dancing in odd patterns. Her eyes turned silver once more... but after a few seconds, she

is it?"

fizzle and looked up at us, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Someone doesn’t want me to

asked, his voice

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

they’re dangerous," I

smart. But not

gathering the letters into a

she said. "I need time—days, maybe more. I’ll run deeper incantations,

without hesitation.

as her hand touched the door, she froze. Her head tilted slightly, like she was listening to

turned back to us