Levi’s POV

The moment the guard unlocked the cell, I stormed inside, scooping Olivia’s unconscious body into my arms. Panic clawed at my chest as I lifted her; her blood dripped onto the cold stone floor from the deep wound in her neck.

“Get the healer!” Louis shouted as he ran behind me, while Lennox stood frozen, his expression blank with shock, as if his mind couldn’t process what was happening.

My heart pounded in sync with my wolf’s frantic howling. Ignoring the slick warmth of Olivia’s blood soaking into my clothes, I carried her straight into the pack house and up to her room. I laid her on the bed and pressed my trembling hand to her bleeding neck, desperately trying to stop the flow.

“Fuck,” I choked out, staring at the blood pooling between my fingers. It wasn’t slowing. It wasn’t stopping.

“Where is the fucking healer?” Louis shouted at the top of his lungs, and just then, the door pushed open, and the pack healer rushed in along with Olivia’s mom.

The healer hurried to the bedside, her eyes widening as she took in Olivia’s condition. Olivia’s mom followed closely, gasping at the sight of her daughter drenched in blood.

“What happened?” the healer demanded, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

“She stabbed herself,” I stammered, my voice thick with fear.

The healer’s hands glowed with a soft, golden light as she hovered them over Olivia’s neck, murmuring an incantation. I held my breath, hoping to see the bleeding slow or stop altogether. But nothing changed. The blood kept pouring, staining the sheets beneath her.

The healer frowned, her hands trembling as the light flickered and faded.

“What’s wrong?” Olivia’s mom cried, her face stricken with terror.

“I–I don’t understand,” the healer whispered, sweat beading on her forehead. “She’s resisting my ability. It’s as if… she doesn’t want to be healed.”

“What the hell do you mean she doesn’t want to be healed?” I snapped, barely containing the growl rumbling in my chest. “She’s unconscious! She doesn’t even know she’s hurt!”

The healer shook her head, clearly just as confused as the rest of us. “Sometimes… it happens when the spirit is rejecting life – when the will to survive is weakened. But I’ve never seen it this strong before. It’s like… her body is consciously fighting against my healing.”

Louis cursed under his breath, pacing by the door, while Lennox stood frozen in shock. Olivia’s mother sobbed, clutching her daughter’s hand.

“Do something!” I pleaded, my throat burning. “There has to be something you can do!”

The healer closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’ll try another method. But if her spirit doesn’t cooperate, it may not work. Someone needs to speak to her – call out to her. Sometimes, hearing a loved one’s voice can remind the soul why it needs to stay.”

Louis scoffed, running a hand through his hair, clearly fighting his own frustration. He stepped closer to the bed, his jaw clenched tight.

“Olivia,” he muttered, his voice softer than before, almost reluctant. “I swear, if you die on us now… after everything… I’m gonna kick your ass in the afterlife. You’re not allowed to just leave like this. You think you’re the only one hurting? You’re not. So stop being a stubborn little brat and wake the hell up. I don’t want to be a widower yet.”

Lennox cursed under his breath, hesitating before stepping forward as well. He looked away, his voice low and strained. “You always act like you’re some lone wolf, like you don’t need anyone. It pisses me off. But you know what? You’ve got people who care about you – people who’d tear the world apart to keep you safe. You can’t just give up now… not when we’re still here, fighting for you. Stop being selfish and open your damn eyes.”

He hesitated, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Look, Olivia… you always act like you don’t care about anything, but I know you’re not that heartless. If you’re just giving up now, then you’re proving us right – proving that you’re too weak to handle this shit. Don’t be that coward. Prove us wrong for once.”

He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to hide the crack in his voice. Louis just shook his head, pretending to be annoyed, but I saw the guilt in his eyes. They wouldn’t admit it, but they were hurting just as much as I was.

I swallowed back the tightness in my throat and leaned in close to Olivia, brushing her hair from her face. “Hear that, Olivia? They’re worried about you… even if they’re too damn stubborn to say it right. You’re not allowed to give up on us. We’re not giving up on you. So come back… please.”

A faint glow flickered over Olivia’s wound, and the healer gasped.

“She’s responding.”

The healer’s hands glowed even brighter, and I finally saw the wound start to fully close. Relief washed over me as Olivia’s breathing steadied, her chest rising and falling more evenly.

Louis let out a shaky breath, mumbling under his breath, “Damn idiot… scared the hell out of us.”

Lennox just stood there, looking torn between relief and frustration, muttering, “You better wake up soon. Don’t make us go through this crap again.”

I squeezed Olivia’s hand gently, whispering, “You did good, Olivia. Just keep fighting. We’ll be right here…”

Soon, the healer sighed in relief and looked at us. “Alphas, she is out of danger but will be unconscious for a few hours,” the healer announced, and I nodded, staring at Olivia, whose dress was stained with her blood.

The healer left, but Olivia’s mother stayed behind, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair, whispering soft words of comfort.

“Did you know that her father, your husband, is dead?” Lennox threw the question at Olivia’s mom, who swallowed hard and nodded.

My frown deepened. “And Olivia is not aware of it?” I said through gritted teeth.

“She thinks we ordered the killing of her father – something we had no idea about,” Louis spat in anger.

Olivia’s mother hesitated, biting her lip as she stroked Olivia’s hair. “I couldn’t tell her,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “She… she doesn’t know the truth.”

I glared at her, barely holding back my growl. “Why?”

She glanced at Olivia’s pale face, wiping away a tear before turning to me. “Her father… he was killed on your father’s orders. I… I couldn’t bear to tell her. She wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Louis scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And now she thinks we did it. She stabbed herself because of it.”

Olivia’s mom lowered her gaze, shame coloring her cheeks. “I thought it would protect her. She adored her father… if she knew the truth, it would’ve destroyed her. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt her in the end.”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, struggling to control my anger.

A loud knock on the door interrupted us, and a maid timidly stepped inside, bowing her head. “Alphas, Lady Anita has woken up, and she is requesting your presence.”

I turned around, my temper snapping. “We don’t fucking care. Get out!” I roared, making the maid flinch and scurry away without another word.