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

not clear," she said. "Someone cloaked their presence.

yelled, stepping

force in his voice but didn’t back down. "It was one of your enemies... someone who

My blood ran cold.

his fists. "You’re saying someone killed

to kill her, but to

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

in denial, while Louis held me up.

I’m going to kill Gabriel,"

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

stopped in his tracks and turned sharply

things, but when it comes to Olivia, his heart was sincere. He loved her. Just like you did. Just like all three of

listen. She didn’t listen to Gabriel. She didn’t listen to the prophecy. She didn’t listen

his chest rising and

with a mix of rage and heartbreak. "That body... that’s not

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

eyes filled with

muttered, backing away.

out of

that followed

the strength to stand on my own. Louis finally let

than a whisper. "Please... keep looking. Find out who did this. We

"I will do

turned

stood there, muscles tense, chest rising with wild breath. Then—without a sound—he

called out, but he

exchanged a look, both of us reading the same fear in each

thinking straight," I

himself,"

follow him," I said without

the car behind. Our paws pounded the ground as we followed his scent

the

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

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

back and forth. "Olivia... please,"

I shifted back and ran to him.

her, his head resting on her chest like he

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

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