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 impatiently.

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

Lennox yelled, stepping

your enemies... someone who carries deep hatred.

My blood ran cold.

"You’re saying

not just to kill her, but

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

he paced around, shaking his head in denial, while Louis held me up. But I could feel his pain through every trembling breath he

to kill

shook her head. "No," she said calmly.

tracks

her to stay. He may be many things, but when it comes to Olivia, his heart was sincere. He loved her. Just like you did. Just like

Olivia was stubborn. She refused to listen. She didn’t listen to Gabriel. She didn’t listen to

chest rising and falling

care what any of you say," he said, voice low, trembling with a mix of rage and

it’s her, but your heart can’t handle it. That’s why your soul keeps rejecting it.

eyes filled with

believe it," he muttered, backing away. "I won’t believe she’s

past us, and walked out of the cottage,

that

stand on my

the Seer, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Please... keep looking. Find

gave a small nod. "I

another word, I turned

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

but he was

both of us reading the same fear in each

thinking

hurt himself,"

him," I said

pounded the ground as we followed his scent through the forest. It was strong—full of

the pack

sheet. She lay on a stretcher, and pack

form. He was naked, on his knees, holding her body tightly in his arms. He was crying—loud, painful

and forth. "Olivia... please," he whispered, "This

shifted back and ran to him.

her, his head resting on her chest like he hoped

none of us responded; rather, we all three kept staring at the covered

and murmurs from the pack members, and it