Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 591: Finding Patrick’s People

Alaric asked, "Violet, what’s going on?" The question was still on his lips when the door slammed open.

And exactly like in her dream, Griffin stepped in with an unreadable look carved into his face. The only difference was in the vision, she had stared at him lustfully, but now, her mind was clear.

Griffin opened his mouth to speak, but Violet cut him off. "I hope you both got enough sex, because we have a fucking problem!"

Griffin’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. "Did you get some kind of power? Can you read minds—?"

"No." Violet didn’t have time for guesses.

She stripped her bathrobe from her shoulders and moved to the wardrobe, grabbing the first clothes her hands touched without even looking.

"Alice sent me a vision," Violet said, pulling a red shirt on as she spoke. "We’re all going to die."

"What?!" Griffin and Alaric shouted together, then looked at each other, alarmed.

"I know it sounds crazy," Violet said, tugging on pink trousers and slipping her feet into them, voice tight. "But I saw it. I saw both of you die. It was traumatic. I won’t let it happen."

They looked at each other, the room suddenly tight with fear. Violet was wearing a red shirt with a pink pants which was a horrible combo, but she didn’t care. There was no time for fashion.

exactly did you see in

"It destroyed the North pack... or at least the entire packhouse from what I could

he has his people embedded all over the North pack." She turned to Alaric, urgency

under his breath, half to himself, "There are so many volatile supplies in..." His

Griffin groaned, "Oh, no."

usually steady tone. "Warehouse A stores volatile compounds that must be kept under

stomach dropped. "Destabilize? As

the area. We’re talking fire, poison clouds, maybe even a chemical meltdown that spreads for miles." He

voice a dangerous growl. "Then we don’t have a

"We move now before Patrick

with raw panic. He was disorganized, thanks to the haze of the mating fever. He hadn’t been paying

said tightly, tossing his phone across the room to

hands fumbling as he swiped the screen open. The moment the call connected, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice was sharp, rushed, and filled with

to me carefully," he barked the second his brother picked up. "Send all of our men

end before Ace’s voice came through, rough with confusion. "What

questions!" Alaric snapped, his grip tight on the phone, his knuckles white. "Patrick’s people are in the North pack, Ace. If W-A blows, the entire packhouse is gone. You

to check every entry point.

tone like a whip. "Check everything, Ace. Doors, vents, hidden tunnels—I don’t care. If you see even a hint of sabotage, get everyone out and

the other end, Ace swore viciously. "I’m