Lennox’s POV
My chest hurt so badly it felt like I couldn’t breathe. My heart was pounding, and my eyes burned with tears I didn’t want to let fall. Levi looked so weak, his breathing shallow, and I felt like the world was slipping out of my hands.
I spun toward Louis, my voice breaking. "Call the healer!" I shouted, panic shaking through me.
But Louis didn’t move. His face stayed calm, too calm.
"If Olivia can’t heal him," Louis said slowly, "do you really think anyone else can?"
The words hit me like a knife. My wolf growled inside, furious. My teeth clenched, and a growl rumbled from my chest. "Don’t say that!" I snapped. "Don’t you dare tell me my brother can’t be saved!"
I pressed my hand against Levi’s chest, desperate to feel something—anything. My vision blurred again, but I forced the tears back.
My chest eased a little when I felt it—Levi was breathing. Slow, steady breaths. Relief flooded me so hard I almost collapsed right there.
I bent closer, pressing my forehead to his shoulder. "Levi..." my voice cracked. "Don’t ever scare me like this again. You hear me? I love you, brother. I love you so damn much. You drive me crazy sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Not in this life, not in the next."
The confession tumbled out like water breaking through a dam. "I’ve carried you since we were kids, always trying to shield you... but the truth is, you’re the one who’s kept me alive. You and Louis. Without you, I’m nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing."
I wrapped my arms around him tightly, hugging him as if letting go would make him vanish. My wolf calmed just a little, soothed by the sound of his breathing under my cheek.
And then—
A sound.
A low, soft chuckle.
I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head. Levi’s lips were curved into a small, smug smile. His eyes fluttered open just enough to meet mine, and then—he chuckled again.
"You love me that much, huh?" he teased, his voice weak but full of mischief.
My heart stopped. My mind spun.
Realization slammed into me like a blade to the chest.
He wasn’t fainted.
He wasn’t sick.
He was smiling.
The bastard had tricked me.
No, they tricked me.
My breath caught in disbelief, my arms dropping away as the truth hit me. "You... you’ve been deceiving me," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage and relief.
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