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!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
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.
Griffin asked her carefully. "What exactly did you see in the vision, Violet?"
Violet’s expression darkened. "There was an explosion. A massive one." Her voice dropped, heavy with foreboding. "It destroyed the North pack... or at least the entire packhouse from what I could see. There wasn’t a single stone left standing."
She added with a sneer, "And to think it’s all Patrick’s doing. Alice said he has his people embedded all over the North pack." She turned to Alaric, urgency burning in her golden-flecked eyes. "I don’t think there’s much time left. We have to find the source of the explosion and stop it before it happens."
Alaric, muttered under his breath, half to himself, "There are so many volatile supplies in..." His eyes widened suddenly, his head snapping up as a horrifying realization struck him. "W-A."
Griffin groaned, "Oh, no."
Alaric went on to say, fear creeping into his usually steady tone. "Warehouse A stores volatile compounds that must be kept under strict, room-controlled temperatures. If W-A is bombed, the shockwave wouldn’t just destroy the packhouse. It would destabilize the chemicals stored there."
Violet’s stomach dropped. "Destabilize? As in...?"
Alaric’s gaze was grim, his next words 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 wiped out instantly."
Griffin’s claws slid out, his voice a dangerous growl. "Then we don’t have a second to waste."
Violet nodded, her features. "We move now before Patrick turns this place into a graveyard."
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