What is your plan?

Camille was sitting on the couch, embracing her legs with her hands. She was watching Xavier pacing around the room.

- What are you trying to say? - She asked her mate, who looked at her with concern.

- I am trying to tell you that your so-called sisters went to war. For now, it is a low-level action, but who knows what they are going to do next?

- It doesn't sound like Mother's plan. She prefers to work from the shadows. - Camille shook her head. She knew Mother long enough. She would rather wait with her plans for a hundred years than go into open attack.

- Maybe the highest witch is no longer in charge? - Xavier glanced at his bride, but she just laughed.

- Don't be ridiculous. Then the whole continent would know. She would instead burn the coven to the ground rather than give up her position.

- I am sure what I heard. My father was talking loud enough. Three packs were wiped out. Werewolves are gone without a trace. - Xavier gave her a side look.

- It still doesn't mean witc