Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 177: Spell

Lennox’s POV

Our pack’s Seer walked in. Even though she was nearly twenty years older than us, she respectfully bowed her head.

"Welcome," I said, motioning to the couch. "Please, have a seat."

She shook her head gently and sat on the floor instead. I didn’t question it—she always did her spells and readings on the ground. It was her way.

I glanced at Levi and Louis, then stood up and went to the drawer where we had kept the letters. My hand shook a little as I pulled them out. Just holding them made my stomach turn. These letters had started everything.

I walked over and handed them to her. "These letters... we think they were charmed or spelled. They messed with our minds."

She took them carefully with furrowed brows. Without a word, she reached into her small bag and pulled out a bowl and some herbs tied together with black string.

She crushed the herbs into the bowl, then pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall in. Whispering something under her breath, she lit the mix. Pale smoke began to rise, curling in the air. As it did, her eyes turned a faint silver.

She spoke, her voice low and serious, like it was coming from somewhere deeper than her own throat. "Spirits of truth, lift the veil... show us what hides in this ink..."

The letters gave off a faint glow, like they didn’t want to be exposed. The fire in her bowl crackled louder.

Then she blinked and looked at us. Her voice returned to normal.

"You were right," she said. "Your guess was correct."

We all sat up straighter, listening closely.

"The ink used in these letters—was laced with spellcraft," she explained. "Subtle, dark magic. Not a curse, but an enchantment. Enough to nudge thoughts. Twist perceptions. Push emotions in certain directions."

Levi’s jaw clenched. "To what end?"

She looked at him solemnly. "To deepen your doubts. Amplify your anger. Mute your empathy. The more you read the letters, the more they pulled you into choices you wouldn’t normally make. The spell fed off your existing weaknesses—your jealousy, fear, even guilt—and then redirected them."

Louis’s face darkened. "So... we were manipulated."

She nodded slowly. "Not controlled. But influenced. Enough to make your worst choices feel justified. Enough to blind you to her pain."

I swallowed, my throat dry.

I couldn’t breathe for a moment.

So we weren’t just cruel.

We were weaponized.

Levi looked pale. Louis didn’t say a word. But I could see the fire building in all of us. noveldrama

Someone had done this on purpose.

The Seer lowered her gaze to the letters and continued.

"This spell wasn’t meant to just cloud your minds," she said. "It was designed to turn you fully against Olivia. To isolate her... and ultimately drive you to destroy her."

My blood ran cold.

"You mean—" Levi started, but she cut in.

"Yes," she confirmed. "It was meant to push you toward killing her."

A heavy silence fell. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Louis’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles white.

"But it didn’t work," the Seer added quickly, her voice softening. "Because your bond with her—it was too strong. Your love, buried as it was under confusion and rage, still resisted the final command."

She looked at us one by one. "Even with all that darkness clouding you... a part of you still remembered who she was to you. That part saved her."

I sat back, stunned.

"Then why is the spell gone now?" Levi asked.

The Seer gave a small nod. "She saw the letters... she wasn’t meant to see the letters."

The truth hit hard. Olivia had unknowingly broken the spell... just by reading the letters.

I clenched my jaw. "Who did this?" I demanded. "Who wrote these letters? Who would do something this twisted?"

"We thought it was Anita," Louis added grimly. "But there’s no way. She’s just a kid—fourteen at that time. There’s no way she pulled this off. Not alone."

The Seer gave a faint smirk, but her eyes remained serious. "You’re right. This kind of magic takes skill. Focus. Intent. Someone powerful wanted Olivia out of the way—and wanted to use you to do it."

She picked up the bowl again, this time adding something silvery to the ashes. She began another incantation, voice flowing quickly in an old tongue.

The smoke rose again, but this time, it coiled strangely, dancing in odd patterns. Her eyes turned silver once more... but after a few seconds, she gasped softly.

"What is it?" Levi asked.

She let the spell fizzle and looked up at us, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Someone doesn’t want me to see them. I’ve been blocked."

"Blocked?" Louis asked, his voice low.

She nodded. "There’s a magical shield around the sender. Powerful. Old. It’s hiding their identity from me. That alone tells us something."

"That they’re dangerous," I muttered.

She nodded. "And smart. But not perfect."

She stood slowly, gathering the letters into a cloth wrap.

"Leave these with me," she said. "I need time—days, maybe more. I’ll run deeper incantations, older ones. If there’s a crack in their spell, I’ll find it."

I nodded without hesitation. "Thank you."

The Seer turned to leave, the letters bundled tightly in her arms. But just as her hand touched the door, she froze. Her head tilted slightly, like she was listening to something the rest of us couldn’t hear.

Then she turned back to us slowly, her expression worried.

"I just got a vision."

My heart stopped. "A vision?"

She nodded, her eyes darker than before. "It came fast and sharp. A warning."

"What did you see?" Louis asked, his voice low and tense.

The Seer looked at each of us, her voice barely above a whisper. "I saw Luna Olivia... lying in a pool of her own blood."

Everything in me went still.

"No," Levi breathed. "No, that’s not—"

"She wasn’t dead," the Seer cut in quickly. "But she was close. Hurt badly. And alone."

Panic flared inside me, my wolf pushing against my skin, restless and angry. "When? Where?"

"I couldn’t tell," she said. "The vision was clouded... but the danger is real. Someone still wants her dead."

A heavy silence fell over the room. I couldn’t sit still anymore—I stood, pacing back and forth, trying to think, trying not to panic.

"She’s already been through enough," Louis said, his voice sharp with guilt. "Why the hell won’t they leave her alone?"

The Seer walked back into the room. "Whoever did this... they aren’t finished. And if Olivia breaks the bond with you three and leaves the pack, she’ll be in danger."

Levi looked at me, his eyes blazing. "We have to protect her."

I nodded. "We will. No matter what it takes."

The Seer gave us a warning look. "Keep her close. Keep your eyes open. And whatever you do, don’t let her leave."

With that, she turned and left through the door.

As it closed behind her, the silence that followed was heavy with fear, anger... and worry.

We had failed Olivia once.

We would not fail her again.