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CHAPTER 385
~Snow's POV~
Golden God's blue eyes flickered with something unreadable as he strode further into my office. His expression was uncharacteristically serious, lacking his usual arrogance.
"The witches are moving," he repeated, his voice heavy with urgency.
My body tensed. "Where?"
Golden God exhaled, folding his arms across his chest. "I had a recent sighting of the aftermath of an attack—one of the smaller packs on the outskirts of the werewolf territory. The place was wiped clean; not a single survivor." His jaw was clenched.
"They're attacking strategically, choosing locations that won't immediately draw attention. But they're gaining momentum, Snow. We do not have time to sit around and wait for them to make their next move."
A slow curse escaped my lips as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Shit."
I gestured toward the chairs in front of my desk. "Sit. Let's discuss."
