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 harken 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.