Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577: New Identity

Lennox’s POV

The jet landed quietly on a private strip surrounded by thick woods. Damien stood up first and motioned for me to follow him.

"This way," he said.

I walked behind him, keeping my mask and face cap low. The night air was cold. The forest was dark. The only light came from a small cabin sitting alone in the middle of the trees.

A witch’s home.

Damien knocked once.

The door opened by itself.

Warm yellow light poured out, and a woman stepped forward. She looked to be in her late thirties with long black hair and silver eyes that glowed faintly.

"A visitor who should be dead," she said calmly while looking straight at me.

I stiffened.

Damien sighed. "Zira, please. He needs your help."

The witch named Zira studied me from head to toe.

"You have returned from the grave," she said. "Interesting. Very few ever do."

I swallowed. "Can you help me change my face?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes... but only for three months. After three months, your real face will return. I cannot change that."

"That is perfect," I said. "Three months is all I need."

Zira stepped aside. "Come in."

The inside of her cabin smelled like herbs and smoke. Strange items hung from the walls—feathers, stones, jars filled with glowing liquid. There was a long wooden bed in the middle of the room.

"Lie down," she instructed.

I removed my mask and face cap, then lay down slowly on the bed. Damien stood beside me quietly, one hand on my shoulder, steadying me.

Zira brought a small bowl filled with dark blue paste. She dipped her fingers into it and rubbed it over my entire face—my forehead, my jaw, my cheeks, my nose.

The paste was cold.

Then she began chanting softly under her breath. The room darkened. The air thickened.

Suddenly—

My skin started burning.

Not painfully... but like it was peeling from inside.

I grit my teeth as my face felt like it was shifting, stretching, tightening. My bones moved under my skin. My jawline changed. My nose reshaped. My eyes burned.

Damien kept his hand on my arm. "It is almost done," he murmured.

Zira finished her chant and stepped back.

"It is done," she said. "Open your eyes."

I opened them slowly.

The room looked the same... but when I sat up, she pointed to a tall mirror at the corner.

"Come," she said.

My heart pounded as I stood and walked toward it, imagining what kind of face I would be wearing for the next three months.

When I reached the mirror...

I froze.

The man staring back at me was not Lennox.

He had brown hair instead of black. His jawline was sharper. His skin was slightly tanner. His eyes were a deep stone-gray instead of my usual forest green.

His nose was different. His cheeks were different. His eyebrows were different.

I lifted my hand slowly.

The man in the mirror lifted his hand too.

It was me... but not me.

My body was the same—tall, broad shoulders, strong chest—but the face...

A stranger’s face.

Damien stepped beside me and whispered, "No one will know you now. Not even your own mother."

Zira nodded. "This face does not belong to anyone in this world. It is a new creation. A random blend. No one alive carries this look."

I touched my cheeks, still shocked.

"It feels real," I whispered.

"It is real," Zira said. "But only for three months. After that, everything will fade... and your true face will return."

I nodded slowly.

Three months.

Three months to walk into my pack unseen. Three months to watch my family. Three months to hunt the one who tried to kill me.

Damien placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I stared at the stranger in the mirror.

I took a slow breath.

"Yes," I said. "I am ready."

Damien gave one last thankful nod to the witch, and she bowed her head slightly before turning away to clean her tools.

"Let’s go," Damien said quietly.

We stepped out of the cabin into the cold night. The wind blew gently, rustling the trees, and for a moment... I felt like a ghost walking in someone else’s body. Damien walked beside me, not speaking, just thinking.

We reached the jet again, and the pilot stepped out when he saw Damien.

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