Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 444: The Rescue

Levi’s POV

We sat around the big table and tried to think fast.

"I marked Olivia so I could track her no matter where they took her," Frederick said. His voice was rough. "All we need is to get our men and silently attack."

I looked at him. Then I looked at my brothers.

That sounded simple. It was not.

My head was racing. My hands felt cold. I had to be calm. I breathed slowly.

"We can’t just rush in," I said. My voice was quiet but filled with panic. "They have collars that stop powers. They have a bomb on Selene. If we run in angry, they will kill them both."

Lennox slammed his fist and shouted. Louis wanted to go now. I understood them. But we needed a plan that wouldn’t get Olivia or Selene hurt more.

"I’ll do tech," I said. "I’ll jam their cameras and block their radios so we get in without them calling for more men. I can make a thirty-second blackout. That’s our window."

Luckily, my skills could be put to use tonight.

Louis nodded. "I’ll do the locks and the loud part. I’ll blow the bolts so the doors open."

Lennox glared at me but then said, "I go for Olivia. I get her out."

Frederick sighed but agreed. "I’ll lead us to them."

"We move quietly," I said. "Levi and Levi only for tech inside. Louis with explosives at the back gate. Lennox goes straight to the hostages. Frederick will be the distraction — the boss walking in. We do the blackout, we get in, we get them out."

The clock on the wall stared at us. Time was slipping. It was past midnight, and according to Frederick, they were being held hostage in a warehouse almost three hours from here — but I doubted they would still be there. They must have moved them.

this goes bad, we need backup

on my phone and

my hand

hurt, but I felt sharp, like a blade

my gear — the device, my comms jammer, and a small knife.

cold. Outside, our head of warriors, Anthony, was already waiting by the convoy, armed

he said, looking between us, "the scouts are

location, you and the men

a firm nod and hurried off to brief the

car door, his face drawn tight with exhaustion and guilt. We followed him in. Lennox sat up front, Louis beside me in the back. My gear bag sat between my feet — jammer, signal tracker, knives. My heart

spoke low

route," he

he was praying—but no. His hands hovered slightly, his breathing evened out. His power, faint but real, filled the

praying—he

the faint veins in his neck glowed red for a moment, his voice almost a whisper.

his every word without

his eyes. He kept murmuring quiet directions, like he could see something invisible — a trail only he could follow. I had seen powerful vampires before, but this was different. Frederick was

forward. "Are we still headed

"No... they’re not

"Then where the

didn’t answer right away. The air in the car grew

the valley. West of the industrial zone. There’s an old rail yard there. That’s

in the air like

An old rail yard.

sound of the engine cutting through the silence. My heart thudded against my ribs. I could feel Lennox’s rage from the front seat—the way his knuckles tightened around the dashboard, the way his wolf’s aura leaked through his skin. Louis, beside me, sat too still, his jaw clenched, eyes burning into the dark

spoke for a while. There was nothing to say. We all knew what

long enough for rogues and criminals to use