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Chapter 279
~Zara’s POV~
Snow’s jaw tightened, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "An alliance with who?"
"Thorned Crescent, amongst others," Xavier enunciated.
I froze, my heart skipping a beat at the name. Thorned Crescent—just hearing it sent a chill down my spine.
"They’re not just involved," Xavier continued. "They’re orchestrating things. Melvin and Ivan are just pieces on their chessboard. Puppets. But the real power? It’s coming from Shadow Clave and Thorned Crescent working together."
"Why would they align?" Snow asked.
Xavier shrugged, but his expression was grim. "Power, control, chaos. Take your pick. Thorned Crescent’s goal has always been domination. The Witches—Shadow Clave? They thrive in chaos. Put them together, and you have a ticking time bomb."
"And what’s their endgame?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Xavier glanced at me, his gaze softening slightly. "That’s the part I’m still piecing together. But from what I’ve gathered, it’s not just about taking over territories or packs. It’s bigger. They’re looking to destabilize the entire balance between Lycans and werewolves."
Snow cursed under his breath, his fists clenching on the table. "They’re trying to ignite a war."
Xavier nodded. "Exactly. And with the tension already brewing between packs and colonies, it wouldn’t take much to push things over the edge. More so, they’d do that in a way that leaves them at the top of things."
"They’d rule," I muttered more to them than myself as both guys turned towards me.
My mind raced as I tried to process his words. A war between Lycans and werewolves would be catastrophic—countless lives lost, alliances shattered, and the delicate balance we’d fought so hard to maintain destroyed.
This was what Siona meant. That would be too bloody.
And to make matters worse, if their goal was an absolute rule, things wouldn’t end well afterwards. A dictatorship is a wicked rule.
"And Melvin and Ivan?" Snow asked, his voice cold.
"They’re working directly with Thorned Crescent," Xavier replied. "Probably promised power or territory in exchange for their cooperation. But they’re not the masterminds. They’re just the messengers."
"Figures," Snow muttered.
Xavier leaned back, his serious expression giving way to a smirk. "So, that’s the gist of it. Now, the question is: what’s the plan?"
Snow’s eyes narrowed. "We take them out. All of them."
Xavier chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, Snow, always so direct. But this isn’t a simple assassination mission. This is a game of strategy. We can’t just charge in guns blazing."
"Then what do you suggest?" Snow asked, his tone edged with impatience.
Xavier’s smirk faded, his expression turning calculating. "We gather intel. Find out who their key players are, where their strongholds are, and what their weaknesses are. Then we strike—but strategically."
Snow didn’t respond immediately, his jaw working as he processed Xavier’s words.
"And in the meantime?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"In the meantime," Xavier said, turning his gaze to me, "you stay safe. Both of you. Because if they’re planning a war, Zara, you and Snow are going to be at the top of their hit list."
As much as I wanted to ask why, I already knew it. I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively reaching for Snow’s under the table. He squeezed it reassuringly, his icy blue eyes meeting mine.
"We’ll be ready," Snow said, his voice resolute.
Xavier’s grin returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Good. Because ready or not, this storm is coming."
The gravity of the situation sunk in.
"Do you think Kaid knows?" I asked hesitantly.
As Xavier moved toward the door, he paused, turning back with a sly grin. "Oh, and Zara?" freewēbnoveℓ.com
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