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 hearken 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.

“What is it?” Lennox barked impatiently. “What do you see?”

The Seer blinked slowly. “It’s… not clear,” she said. “Someone cloaked their presence. Someone powerful.”

“Who?!” Lennox yelled, stepping closer. “Who did it?!”

She winced at the force in his voice but didn’t back down. “It was one of your enemies… someone who carries deep hatred. But I can’t see who. Their identity is hidden behind a veil of blood magic.”

My blood ran cold.

Louis clenched his fists. “You’re saying someone killed her on purpose?”

“Yes,” she answered quietly. “And not just to kill her, but to hurt you. They knew how much she meant to you.”

Lennox 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 just as I was about to collapse, Louis rushed to me and held me.

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

“I swear, I’m going to kill Gabriel,” Lennox spat.

The Seer shook her head. “No,” she said calmly. “Gabriel is innocent.”

Lennox stopped in his tracks and turned sharply toward her.

“He’s not the one,” she continued. “If anything, he begged 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 all three of you.”

She looked at each of us, her gaze firm. “But Olivia was stubborn. She refused to listen. She didn’t listen to Gabriel. She didn’t listen to the prophecy. She didn’t listen to any of you.”

Lennox’s fists clenched again, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“I don’t care what any of you say,” he said, voice low, trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak. “That body… that’s not her. It can’t be her. I refuse to accept it.”

The Seer walked toward him. “You’re in denial,” she said gently. “You know it’s her, but your heart can’t handle it. That’s why your soul keeps rejecting it, because you can’t live with the truth.”

Lennox’s eyes filled with pain.

“I won’t believe it,” he muttered, backing away. “I won’t believe she’s dead. I won’t.”

Then he turned, stormed past us, and walked out of the cottage, slamming the door behind him.

The silence that followed was heavy.

I swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to stand on my own. Louis finally let go, sensing I had steadied a little.

I turned to the Seer, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Please… keep looking. Find out who did this. We need answers.”

She gave a small nod. “I will do everything I can.”

Without saying another word, I turned and left with Louis behind me.

We got outside and found Lennox already shifting into his wolf form. His massive dark wolf stood there, muscles tense, chest rising with wild breath. Then—without a sound—he took off, sprinting into the trees.

“Lennox!” I called out, but he was already gone.

Louis and I exchanged a look, both of us reading the same fear in each other’s eyes.

“He’s not thinking straight,” I said.

“He’ll hurt himself,” Louis added.

“Let’s follow him,” I said without hesitation.

Right there, we both shifted into our wolves and ran after him, leaving the car behind. Our paws pounded the ground as we followed his scent through the forest. It was strong—full of rage, sorrow, and heartbreak.

We reached the pack house.

There, in the middle of the yard, was Olivia’s body. It was covered with a white sheet. She lay on a stretcher, and pack members were standing all around in silence. Some had tears in their eyes. Some just stood, frozen.

Lennox had already shifted back to his human form. He was naked, on his knees, holding her body tightly in his arms. He was crying—loud, painful cries that cut through the silence.

He rocked her back and forth. “Olivia… please,” he whispered, “This can’t be you.”

Louis and I shifted back and ran to him. We stood beside him.

Lennox didn’t let go. He just held her, his head resting on her chest like he hoped to hear her heart beating again.

Father and Mother stepped forward and Father asked, “What happened?” But none of us responded; rather, we all three kept staring at the covered body.

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

“Everyone! Leave!” I ordered.

The crowd started to step back slowly, startled by the sharpness in my voice.

“Everyone! I said leave!” I growled again, louder this time.

One by one, the pack members obeyed, heads down as they left, leaving only our parents and the guards behind.

The silence that followed was crushing.

Mother walked over to me carefully, her face pale with worry. “Levi…” she said gently, reaching out to touch my arm.

I pulled away.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t touch me.”

Tears burned in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I dropped to my knees, right beside where Lennox still held Olivia’s covered body.

I scooped up a handful of dirt and held it tightly in my palm, my fingers squeezing until it hurt.

“I swear…” I said, my voice shaking. “By everything in me… by the moon, the stars, my wolf, and my blood—”

I slammed the handful of dirt to the ground.

“—I will avenge her.”

Louis stood still, his fists clenched by his sides.

“I’ll find them.”

“I’ll make them suffer.”

“Not just them—their family, their bloodline.”

“They’ll wish they never touched Olivia.”

My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop.

“I’ll make them feel this pain, ten times worse. I’ll make them wish they never laid eyes on Olivia.”

Lennox still held Olivia close. He didn’t look up. He was shaking, silent tears falling as he hugged her tightly.

Our father stepped forward slowly. “We’re with you, sons,” he said in a low voice. “But don’t let revenge destroy you.”

“I already feel destroyed,” I whispered.

Mother tried to comfort me again, but Louis gently stopped her with a look.

Right now, we didn’t need comfort.