Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 352: Everywhere

Levi’s POV

The anger that had been burning in me earlier was gone, and now it was replaced by panic. A knot pulled tight in my chest as I thought of Lennox, alone, furious, drowning himself in alcohol. That wasn’t good. We all knew how he handled things when the weight got too heavy.

Despite being the strongest among us—physically, mentally, in almost every way—Lennox always carried more than he should. He took failures harder, betrayals deeper, and words sharper than anyone realized. People saw his strength and assumed he could take anything. They never noticed how deeply it cut him when he felt misunderstood or doubted.

I remembered his face when Olivia turned on him earlier as she said he shouldn’t have made such a mistake. I saw how it hit him. Not just as a scolding, but like a wound. To Lennox, being the eldest meant more than responsibility—it was identity, pride, and purpose. To be accused of failing, even accidentally... it gutted him.

And then me. The way I had spat my own pain back at him, accusing him of meaning it... those words weren’t just anger. They had struck deep. I could see it in his eyes before he left.

Now, knowing he was drunk and blaming himself, I couldn’t stop my wolf from pacing inside me. I feared what he might do. Lennox was strong, yes, but when he thought he had lost the people he cared about most, he became fragile.

And if he really believed he had lost both me and Olivia in one day... I didn’t even want to think about how far he might go.

I jumped off the bed, dragging my shirt over my head with shaky hands. "We have to look for him," I said quickly, my voice sharp with panic.

Louis was already pulling on his jacket, ready to set out. Olivia didn’t even bother changing out of the shirt she wore—one of Louis’s—she just followed, her face pale and worried. None of us cared about appearances now. We just needed to find him.

We rushed outside, the late morning air cool against my heated skin, and piled into the car. Louis slid behind the wheel, I sat beside him, and Olivia took the back. My wolf clawed restlessly, urging me to push faster, to reach him before anything could happen.

Louis pressed his foot down, and the engine roared as we followed Lennox’s scent trail. It was strong, almost overwhelming at first, leading us out of the pack grounds and deeper into the pack.

The first stop—the old training grounds. The open field was empty, silent except for the wind cutting through the grass. His scent lingered, sharp and recent, but fading.

"Damn it, he was here," I muttered, scanning the area, my wolf pressing against my skin. "But he left."

scanned the field, his jaw tight. "He’s not settling anywhere.

herself. "He doesn’t want to

quickly. "Don’t say

in the car, following the trail

as kids, when we needed to breathe away from everyone. My stomach twisted when I saw the half-empty bottle smashed on the ground,

His

But again... no Lennox.

hard enough to scatter

is where we used to come as kids. If

"Means what?" I snapped.

"It means he’s

We pressed on.

door hung open, creaking in the wind. His scent was all over it, heavy and strong, but he wasn’t there. Just the faint sound of the river rushing, mocking the silence that stretched

her face pale. "He’s moving around," she

Her words hit hard.

slammed the car door. "Then too damn bad—we’re not letting him

started the car again, his jaw set. "we’ll keep looking until we

driving, the road winding farther from the heart of the pack. The scent trail was scattered now—strong in places, faint in

post. His scent lingered heavy here, too, but when I asked

territory, closer to where his own home

as I stepped out of the car. Broken glass glinted at the base of the crumbled stones. Another bottle. The air reeked of alcohol and his scent. My hands curled into fists. He was drinking

the dirt. "He’s