Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 464: Guests

Olivia’s POV

"What’s wrong?" I asked anxiously, my voice trembling. The witch stood over Lennox, her wrinkled hands hovering just above his chest, her eyes glowing faintly with that strange golden light again.

He had moved just moments ago, his fingers twitching, his lips whispering my name. For a heartbeat, I thought he was waking up. But then... nothing. He’d gone completely still again.

Now, watching the witch silently examine him, panic clawed at my chest.

"Why isn’t he moving anymore?" I asked again, louder this time. "He said my name; he spoke! Why would he go still again?"

The witch didn’t answer. Her expression remained unreadable as her fingers traced. I could hear my heart thundering. "Please, talk to me! Is something wrong with him?"

Finally, she exhaled long and tired. "Something is changing," she said quietly.

I blinked. "Changing? What does that mean?"

The witch’s eyes met mine, sharp and serious. "His soul has started to return, but the passage is unstable. The pull between realms isn’t complete yet."

I frowned, stepping closer. "So he’s... stuck?"

"Not stuck," she corrected softly. "Fighting. His spirit is trying to merge with his body again, but there’s resistance."

My heart clenched. "Resistance from what?"

She hesitated, glancing briefly toward the faint glow around Lennox’s chest. "When a soul returns after being disconnected from its bond, it no longer knows which thread to follow. His heart seeks you, but the bond that used to guide him is gone. Without it, he’s wandering between life and something else."

welled in my eyes. "So what do I do?

long and hard. "You keep doing what you’ve

turned back to Lennox, brushing my hand gently across his face. His skin was still pale,

to me,"

air shimmered faintly. "He will wake," she said.

to me, and I frowned. "You sound as if you know what will happen. Why

but all I know is that a price will be paid for the

become of him when he wakes up. But one thing I know is that nothing could be worse than his death, so I

I could ask more, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. I turned toward the door just

"Lennox!"

parents. Their faces were pale, their expressions a mix of

her trembling hands hovering over Lennox’s still body. "My boy..." she whispered, her voice

swallowed hard, standing back to give her space. "He’s... he’s

the witch, narrowing immediately. "Why is she here?" His

witch didn’t flinch. "Because without me, your son

and Levi appeared at the doorway then,

are you guys doing here?" Levi muttered

arms, his jaw tight. "What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. "You shouldn’t be here

them, her voice rising. "We are still your parents. No matter what,

Levi scoffed quietly. "Interesting."

snapped, stepping forward towards his sons. "We had to come back the moment we heard

him. They wanted to kick against his decision, but out of the little respect they still had for him, they just let

was now sobbing, whispering, "What happened? What went

the chaos in Lennox’s room