Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 225: It’s Her

Levi’s POV

"No... No," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "This can’t be true."

My hands trembled at my sides. My heart was racing, pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. My mind was spinning, refusing to accept what I had just heard.

Olivia... dead?

Just like that?

Gone?

I took a step back, like I could physically escape the truth. But it clung to me—cold, heavy, suffocating.

The Seer’s gaze met mine, her eyes swimming with pity. "I’m sorry, Alpha Levi," she said softly. "But this was bound to happen. It was the prophecy. If she left the Snow Moon Pack, she would die... and Olivia did not harken to it."

"I should have stopped her," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

I shook my head violently. "No. No! You’re wrong. Prophecies can change—she can’t be dead! There has to be another way—she can’t be gone!"

Louis’s hand gripped my arm, but it couldn’t comfort me. It only reminded me that this was real. That body was hers.

But my heart still refused to believe it.

Lennox’s voice broke the heavy silence.

"Who did this?" he growled, stepping forward. His eyes were burning with rage, his voice sharp with anger. "Tell me who did this to her!"

The Seer didn’t flinch. She nodded slowly and turned to the door.

"Come inside," she said. "There’s only one way to try and see."

We followed her in silence into the small, dimly lit cottage. The air inside was thick with herbs and smoke. The smell of sage and something sharp burned in my nostrils.

The Seer moved to the center of the room, where a stone bowl sat on a table. She lit a small flame beneath it, tossing in strange powders, roots, and dried leaves. She chanted softly under her breath, words I couldn’t understand.

The flames danced higher, then turned a deep blue.

She leaned over the bowl, eyes closed, and whispered something again.

We waited.

Then she opened her eyes and gasped.

barked

she said.

stepping closer.

in his voice but didn’t back down. "It was one of your enemies... someone who carries deep hatred. But I can’t see who.

My blood ran cold.

"You’re saying someone

her, but to hurt you. They knew how much she meant to

sound and slammed his fist into the wall. The wood splintered, a jagged hole forming. Where I stood, my legs

head in denial, while Louis held me up. But I could feel

going to kill

"No," she

stopped in his tracks and turned

it comes to Olivia, his heart was sincere. He loved her. Just like you

gaze firm. "But Olivia was stubborn. She refused to listen. She didn’t listen to Gabriel. She didn’t listen to the prophecy. She didn’t listen to any of

again, his chest rising and

of you say," he said, voice low, trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak. "That body... that’s not her. It can’t be her.

walked toward him. "You’re in denial," she said gently. "You know it’s her, but your heart can’t handle it. That’s why your soul keeps rejecting it.

eyes filled with

away. "I won’t believe she’s

out of the cottage, slamming the

silence that followed was

find the strength to stand on my own.

my voice barely more than a whisper. "Please...

gave a small nod. "I will do everything

saying another word, I turned and left

wolf form. His massive dark wolf stood there, muscles tense, chest rising with wild breath.

out, but

a look, both of us reading the same

not thinking straight," I

hurt himself,"

I said

leaving the car behind. Our paws pounded the ground as

reached the

sheet. She lay on a stretcher, and pack

knees, holding her body tightly in his

"Olivia... please," he whispered, "This can’t be

and ran to him. We stood

on her chest

"What happened?" But none of

could hear whispers and murmurs from the pack members, and it was