Louis caught me as I fell beside Lennox’s body. His skin was so cold it didn’t even feel real. His lips were pale, and his chest didn’t rise.
"Lennox..." I whispered again, brushing my fingers over his cheek. "No, no, please... don’t do this."
Louis’s golden eyes blazed with fury and grief. "Do something!" he yelled at Frederick, his voice breaking. "You’re supposed to be powerful—help him!"
Frederick knelt beside Lennox and pressed two fingers to his neck. His face darkened instantly. "He’s not breathing."
Levi fell to his knees beside us, his voice shaking. "Lennox, please," he whispered. "Don’t do this. Don’t leave us. You hear me?"
My tears dripped onto Lennox’s shirt. My whole body trembled. "Please... wake up. You can’t leave me."
But there was nothing. No movement. No sound. No heartbeat.
Louis roared—a broken, animal sound that made the ground vibrate. Levi covered his face, shoulders shaking as he whispered his brother’s name again and again.
I grabbed the collar at my throat. "Take it off!" I screamed. "The choker—take it off! I can heal him!"
Frederick’s head snapped up. He turned toward the masked man, who was lying near the wall, barely alive. Blood poured from his side. Frederick didn’t hesitate—he shoved the man onto his back and searched his coat pockets.
Finally, he pulled out a small silver key. Without a word, he rushed back and unlocked the collar around my neck.
The moment it clicked open, I felt it—a rush of energy like a thousand stars exploding through my veins. My wolf came alive with a cry of freedom, howling inside me as her power surged.
I pressed my hands over Lennox’s chest. "Please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Let this work."
Light poured from my palms, bright and wild. My healing power rushed into him—warm, glowing, and powerful. But he didn’t move.
"Come on," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please, Lennox... come back to me!"
The light flared brighter, but his chest stayed still. My wolf whimpered inside me. I was trying everything—calling him through the bond, pouring every ounce of strength I had—but nothing was working.
Louis grabbed my wrist. "Olivia, stop. You’re going to burn yourself out."
I shook my head violently. "No! I can’t stop! He saved me—he traded his life for mine! I won’t lose him!"
Frederick’s voice was low but firm. "We can’t do this here. We need to move him before it’s too late."
Levi stood, eyes glassy, his voice breaking. "I’ll carry him."
He lifted Lennox’s limp body gently into his arms, his jaw clenched tight. "We’re taking him home."
I wiped my tears roughly and nodded. "Everyone, hold hands. Now!"
We connected our hands with each other. My other hand rested on Lennox’s chest.
"Hold on to me," I whispered, focusing on the image of Lennox’s room. My teleporting ability surged forward.
The ground cracked beneath us. The air folded in on itself.
The cold, bloody chamber vanished.
When I opened my eyes, we were standing in Lennox’s room. The scent of home hit me instantly.
Levi laid him gently on the bed. Louis stood frozen, his fists shaking. Frederick leaned against the wall, pale and silent. Selene looked lost.
I sank beside the bed, pressing my forehead to Lennox’s hand. "Please," I whispered. "Don’t die on me..."
But his hand was still cold.
His chest still didn’t move.
I pressed both hands against Lennox’s chest again. My power burst out, glowing brighter than before. The room filled with light.
"Please," I cried. "Come back to me..."
My body shook as I poured everything I had into him—every drop of energy, every ounce of my ability, every prayer I could think of. But still nothing. His chest stayed still.
My vision blurred. The light around my hands began to flicker. I was draining too fast. My wolf was crying inside me, begging me to stop, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Selene moved closer, her voice low but firm. "Olivia, stop. You’ll kill yourself."
"Shut up!" I snapped through tears, my voice cracking. "Don’t tell me to stop! If I’m supposed to be the Moon’s chosen, then why—" My throat tightened as a sob tore free. "Why can’t I heal him?"
The power sparked and flared again, wild and unstable. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. "You gave me this gift," I whispered toward the ceiling, tears burning my eyes. "So why does it fail when I need it most?"
My scream echoed through the room, shattering a glass that was placed on the desk.
"Why am I special if I can’t save the one I love?"
The glow from my hands dimmed, fading into weak, dying sparks. My breath came in ragged gasps. I was trembling, shaking, almost collapsing, but I still pressed my palms to Lennox’s chest, sobbing into him.
Then, I heard footsteps.
The door burst open. The pack sorcerer and two healers rushed in, their robes flying behind them. The air shifted as their magic filled the room.
"Please move aside!" the sorcerer pleaded. His voice was firm but respectful.
Louis caught me as I slumped sideways, my strength nearly gone. "Help him," Louis growled, his voice shaking. "If he dies, I swear—"
"Silence!" the sorcerer commanded. His hands were already glowing, tracing symbols in the air above Lennox’s body. "There’s still a thread—faint, but there."
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I reached weakly toward Lennox’s hand, whispering through my tears. "Please... bring him back."
The sorcerer’s expression was grim, sweat beading on his brow as his voice deepened. "He’s between worlds," he said. "But the thread that ties his spirit here is fragile. The more energy you push into him, the more it tears."
My breath hitched. "Then what do I do?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Tell me—what can we do to bring him back?"
The sorcerer’s gaze flicked to me. "Right now, nothing more. He’s fighting between life and death. You’ve already pulled too much energy into the living plane. If we push again, his soul might not find its way back."
His words blurred in my ears. My body swayed. "But I can’t just sit here while he—"
My sentence broke halfway. The room started spinning, the edges of my vision going dark. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn’t move. My knees buckled.
"Olivia!" Louis shouted, catching me before I hit the floor.
The last thing I saw was Lennox lying motionless on the bed.