216 Nightmare 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 I 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 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.”

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.

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?”

“She said she’s happy with Gabriel. That she’s planning to start a new life with him,” I said bitterly. “Then she blocked my number.”

Both of them looked stunned.

Levi shook his head. “She is moving on so quickly? That is unlike her.”

Louis nodded slowly. “Even when she was angry at us, she still loved us… you could always feel it in her voice, her words. But this…”

“It felt off,” I agreed. “Cold. Distant. Like someone else typed those messages.”

For a long moment, none of us said a word. The room was heavy with silence.

Then Levi spoke. “What if it wasn’t just a dream?”

“What if it’s a warning?” Louis added, his voice tight.

“I think it is,” I said firmly. “And we can’t just sit here and ignore it.”

“So what do we do?” Levi asked.

I took a deep breath. “Tomorrow morning, we visit the Seer.”

Both of them nodded immediately.

I walked to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whisky, and poured myself a glass. My hands were still trembling. I downed the drink in one go, the burn doing nothing to ease the knot in my chest.

“We never knew Gabriel had any real interest in Olivia,” Louis muttered, breaking the heavy silence. He ran a hand down his face, his eyes dark and full of suspicion. “Not until the day she followed him to his pack. That was the first time he ever showed anything more than polite distance.”

Levi sighed from where he stood by the wall. “I’ve never heard a bad report about Gabriel. Not from anyone. He’s always been known to keep to himself… respected… cautious.” He shook his head. “But that doesn’t mean we should trust him. Just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he’s clean. Especially now–when someone clearly wants Olivia dead.”

I gritted my teeth, setting the empty glass down with a loud thud. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“It’s too convenient,” Louis continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “Olivia runs to him after everything that happened here. And now all three of us dream of her dead in the exact same way? Beheaded? What the hell are the odds of that?”

Levi nodded slowly. “Maybe Gabriel’s not the threat. But maybe someone close to him is.”

“Should we contact him?” Louis asked hesitantly. “Reach out, warn him? Maybe make him keep Olivia close… watch her better until we figure out who’s after her?”

Levi crossed his arms, thinking. “It’s risky… but it could throw whoever’s after her off balance if Gabriel’s on alert. It might keep her safer… assuming he’s not part of this.”

“Don’t,” I said sharply, cutting them both off. My voice came out hard and final. They both turned to look at me.

“We’re not reaching out to him. Not yet,” I continued, my gaze burning into theirs. “I don’t trust him. I don’t trust anyone outside this room when it comes to Olivia. For all we know, he could be the danger himself—or working with whoever wants her gone. If we tip him off, it could make things worse.”

Levi frowned. “But Lennox-”

“No,” I said firmly, my hand curling into a fist against the bar. “First, we visit the Seer. At dawn. She’ll know what this dream means… if it really is a warning or just our fears playing tricks on us.”

Louis nodded reluctantly. “Alright. Seer first.”

Levi sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “But if the Seer confirms it’s a real danger… then what? We can’t reach Olivia directly. She’s blocked us all. If Gabriel’s the only way to get to her—”

“Then we’ll find another way,” I snapped. “But I’m not risking a warning to him until we know exactly who or what we’re dealing with.”

The room fell silent again, tension thick in the air.

But deep in my gut… I knew we were running out of time.