Olivia's POV
I didn't sleep at all.
Not even for a second.
I lay on my bed all night, staring at the ceiling, my mind running in endless, cruel circles. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the empty coffin again.
Kaine was Lennox.
I had no doubt anymore.
Not in my heart. Not in my soul. Not in my wolf.
God, I was so stupid.
How did I miss it? How did I explain it away so easily? The signs had been there—clear as day. The pull. The familiarity. The way my body reacted to him without permission. The way my wolf went silent around him, calm and safe like she was home.
I had gone through this myself once. I had changed my face. Changed my identity. Hid in another identity. That alone should have been enough for me to recognize it.
But I refused to believe it.
I had told myself I saw Lennox die. I had touched his body. I had smelled the decay. I had cried over him until my voice broke and my chest felt like it would cave in.
That memory had kept me blind.
