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.

Lennox barked

blinked slowly. "It’s... not clear," she said. "Someone cloaked their

Lennox yelled, stepping closer.

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

My blood ran cold.

saying someone

but

wall. The wood splintered, a jagged hole forming. Where I stood, my

denial, while Louis held me up. But I could feel his pain through every trembling breath he

going to kill

Seer shook her head. "No," she

stopped in his tracks and turned sharply

anything, he begged her to stay. He may be many things, but when it comes

looked at each of us, her 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

chest rising and

care what any 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. I refuse

in denial," she said gently. "You know it’s her, but your heart

eyes filled with

backing away. "I won’t believe

us, and walked out of the cottage, slamming the door behind

that

the strength to stand on my own. Louis finally let go, sensing

my voice barely more than a whisper.

small nod. "I will do everything I

word, I turned

his wolf form. His massive dark wolf stood there, muscles tense, chest rising with wild breath. Then—without a sound—he took off,

but he was

a look, both of us reading the same

thinking

himself,"

I said without

our wolves and ran after him, leaving the car behind. Our paws pounded the ground as we followed his scent through

reached the pack

sheet. She lay on a stretcher, and pack members were standing all around in silence. Some had tears in their eyes.

back to his human form. He was naked, on his knees, holding her body tightly

and forth. "Olivia... please,"

back and ran to him. We stood

his head resting on her chest like he hoped to hear her heart beating

Father asked, "What happened?" But none of us responded; rather, we all three kept staring at the covered

murmurs from the pack members,