Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685: Followed

Levi’s POV

​For two days, the silence I gave the girls was a wall they couldn’t climb. Every time they entered a room, I left it. Every time they tried to catch my eye at breakfast, I was deep in conversation with Liam. I saw the way their faces fell, the way their "princess" posture was slowly collapsing into something smaller, humbler.

​But something else was happening: my body was finally catching up to my spirit. The dull ache in my leg had faded. On the third morning, I stood in front of the mirror and didn’t reach for the cane. I took a step. Then another. No limp. No stumble. The Alpha blood in me had finally burned away the last of the weakness.

​I walked down to the breakfast table without the cane. Everyone was there—Lennox, Louis, Olivia, the boys, and the twins. The girls looked exhausted, their emotions pitiful. I ignored the empty chair at the head of the table and stood, placing my hands firmly on the wood.

​"I don’t need the cane anymore," I announced.

​Louis looked up, his eyes widening with genuine joy. "Levi... you’re walking. You’re fully healed."

​"I am," I said shortly. I didn’t look at him for long. I turned my gaze to the three boys, who were watching me with sharp, knowing grins. "And because I’m back to full strength, it’s time for the next stage of your training."

​I felt the twins lean forward, their breath hitching. They were desperate for me to include them, to say their names, to even scold them. Anything but the silence.

​"Liam, Leon, Leo," I announced, my voice booming. "Pack your gear. Heavy cloaks, skinning knives, and your trackers. We’re leaving within the hour for the Great North Ridge."

​"The Ridge?" Lennox asked, his brow furrowing. "That’s a three-hour trek, Levi. The terrain is brutal this time of year."

​"They’re ready," I said, staring Lennox down, challenging him to bring up our argument from the pits. "We’re going on a hunt."

​Lana’s fork clattered against her plate. "A... a hunt? For throughout the day?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Can we... can we help pack the bags?"

​I didn’t even look in her direction. It was as if she were a breeze passing through the room.

​"Boys, I’ll meet you at the armory," I said, turning on my heel. "We leave through the mudroom. Don’t be late."

​As I walked away, I heard Lyra’s chair screech back.

​"Father! Wait!" she cried out, her voice breaking into a sob. "Please! We’ll be quiet! We’ll be strong! Don’t leave us here again!"

​I felt the familiar tug at my heart, the urge to turn and scoop her up. But I felt Liam’s presence behind me as he followed me out.

​"Don’t look back, Father," he whispered urgently. "We are almost there."

​I swallowed hard and kept walking. Behind us, I heard Olivia’s soft voice.

​"Don’t worry," she murmured gently to the girls. "We can have a girls’ outing all day."

​"No," the twins spat through tears. "We want to go hunting."

​An hour later, the boys and I were in the woods. The boys moved well. Liam tracked quietly. Leon adjusted his footing with care. Leo kept scanning the tree line like I had taught him. I felt pride swelling inside me.

​We moved deeper into the forest. And that’s when I felt it—a faint disturbance in the air. A scent. Familiar. Too familiar.

​I slowed. But before I could speak—a loud scream tore through the forest. High-pitched. Terrified.

​My heart stopped. It was them. I spun around, my eyes blazing.

​"Stay here!" I ordered the boys.

​Then I ran. Branches snapped under my boots as I sprinted toward the sound. Another cry.

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