“I’m so stupid,” I whispered, slamming my fist against the wall. “Why did I take it off.”
Tears filled my eyes now, blurring my vision.
I was trapped now.
Alone.
No wolf. No strength. No connection.
Just fear… and a ticking clock counting down to my death.
Lennox’s POV
“No!” I yelled, jerking up from my sleep. My chest rose and fell in rapid bursts as I fumbled for the light on the nightstand and switched it on. Sweat clung to my forehead, my hands trembling.
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. The images from the dream wouldn’t leave my head. Olivia beheaded. Her blood everywhere. Her lifeless, headless body lying in a pool of her own blood. It felt so real, too real. Even now, I could still feel the cold shiver crawling down my spine.
I shut my eyes tightly and tried to mind-link. I reached for her in the only way thought I still could.
“Olivia…”
But nothing came.
It was blank. Empty. Silent.
As if… she had blocked me.
I clenched my jaw. Maybe she didn’t want us to reach her anymore.
Still shaking, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then it ended.
Not even voicemail.
Instead, a message popped up on my screen.
“What do you want at this time of the night?”
I stared at it.
My chest tightened.
I
I quickly typed back:
“Please pick up my call. Just for a second.”
Her reply came in seconds:
“No. I don’t want anything to do with you or your brothers.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My fingers moved quickly as I typed:
“Olivia, please… just be careful. I had a dream about you. Something was wrong-really wrong”
But instead of concern, her response hit me like a slap:
“If this is one of your tricks to make me scared, it’s not going to work. I’m fine. I’m happy here with Gabriel, and maybe I’ll start a new life with him. So leave me alone. I’m blocking your number.” 1
And just like that… she did.
The screen went silent. My messages stopped delivering.
Blocked.
I stared at the last message, my chest aching like someone was tightening a rope around it. I wanted to throw the phone. Scream. Go find her.
But I had to respect her decision.
But something… something in her messages didn’t feel right.
Sure, she was angry.
Sure, she hated us right now.
But Olivia-my Olivia-even when she was upset, her words always had warmth… or at least pain.
These texts?
They felt cold. Robotic.
I’d known her since she was seven. We’d been through so much together laughed, cried. I could tell when her words were really hers. ight,
And these?
They didn’t feel like her.
Still… I shook my head.
Maybe I’m overthinking. Maybe she really does want to move on…
I forced myself to lie back down, but my chest kept tightening with every second that passed.
Something wasn’t right.
And deep down, I knew-
That dream wasn’t just a nightmare.
It was a warning.
Suddenly, a loud knock hit my door.
Before I could ask who it was, I caught the scent.
It was Louis.
I sprang up instantly and yanked the door open.
Louis stood there, breathless, his eyes wide with fear. And just behind him, Levi appeared, looking just as worried as Louis.
“I had a dream,” Louis said, his voice raw and shaky.
“Me too,” Levi added, his face pale.
I didn’t need to ask what kind of dream. I already knew.
Without a word, I turned and walked back into my room, leaving the door open. They followed close behind and shut the door.
Louis sat on the edge of my bed, while Levi paced slowly near the wall, running a hand through his hair.
“She was on the ground…” Louis began, voice low and filled with fear. “There was blood so much of it. I saw her head… just lying there, separate from her body. It was like she was-“
“Dead,” Levi finished for him, his voice barely above a whisper. “I saw it too. Exactly the same thing. Olivia… lifeless.”
I swallowed hard and looked down at the floor.
“I had the same dream,” I said quietly.
They both froze and stared at me.
“She was beheaded,” I continued. “Lying in her own blood. I woke up in a panic. I tried mind-linking her-but it didn’t work.”
Levi frowned. “She blocked you?”
I nodded.
“I called instead. She didn’t pick up. Just sent a message telling me to leave her alone.”
Louis sat up straighter. “What did she say?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.