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.

did you see in

voice dropped, heavy with foreboding. "It destroyed the North pack... or at least the entire packhouse from what

Alaric, urgency

many volatile supplies in..." His eyes widened suddenly, his head snapping up

Griffin groaned, "Oh, no."

that must be kept under strict, room-controlled

dropped.

clipped. "As in chain reactions, massive explosions, toxic fumes flooding the area. We’re talking fire, poison clouds, maybe even a chemical meltdown that spreads for miles." He looked between Violet and Griffin, his expression deadly serious. "If W-A goes, half the North pack will be

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

before Patrick turns this place

mess, pacing back and forth, his voice edged with raw panic. He was disorganized, thanks to the haze of the mating

Griffin said tightly, tossing his phone

it on instinct, his hands fumbling as he swiped the screen open. The moment the call connected, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice

second his brother picked up. "Send all of our men to Warehouse

through, rough with confusion. "What the hell are

Alaric snapped, his grip tight on the phone, his knuckles white. "Patrick’s people are in the North pack, Ace. If W-A blows,

every entry point. If Patrick planted anything, there’s more than one access

everything, Ace. Doors, vents, hidden tunnels—I don’t care. If

end, Ace swore viciously. "I’m on