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How Do We Get In?

Author: Elize Pheiffer
last update publish date: 2026-03-23 01:24:04

When Cane and I stepped through the heavy steel door, Viper was hunched over a rusted map table that looked like it had been salvaged from a naval scrap heap. The table was covered in hand-drawn blueprints and scribbled notes. Surrounding him were three of his most trusted scouts.

“...impossible to hit from the street,” one of the scouts, a man known as Rat, was saying.

His finger tapped a specific point on a blueprint of a waterfront estate.

“The security at the perimeter is Aegis Zenith tacti
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  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Red Alpha

    The initial blast had ripped the North Quadrant open, but it was the secondary incendiaries that turned our sanctuary into a vision of hell.I was thrown against the central assembly table, the wind knocked out of me. My ears were a high-pitched whine of static, but as I scrambled to my feet, I felt the Suit tightening around my ribs. The weave had hardened during the impact, absorbing a blow that should have shattered my spine.I looked up through the swirling black smoke. The emergency red lights were strobing, casting shadows against the flaring orange of the fires."Cane!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of a ruptured gas line.I saw him. He wasn't running for the exit. He wasn't helping Jax or Viper.Cane was standing in the center of the kill zone, his back arc

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   You Brought Gifts

    As I stepped through the small service door, I was met with the pack at rest.It was a rare sight. Mako and Rat were sitting on inverted crates near the back, passing some top-shelf bourbon Harrison had slipped into the supply drop. Viper was leaning against the workbench, his goggles around his neck, leisurely puffing on a thick cigar. He took a slow pull from his silver flask, the scent of his favorite whiskey cutting through the warehouse. He was actually laughing as he recounted a story to Jax, the glowing cherry of his cigar dancing in the dim light. The tension that usually vibrated through the warehouse had been dialed down."She’s back!" Viper called out, his grin widening around the cigar clenched in his teeth.Cane was across the room, checking the tension on a Ghost-Bike’s drive belt, but he moved the second he heard my voice. He didn't run; he walked with that steady grace that usually made people

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Logistical Efficiency

    Cane broke the surface first. He reached back, his massive hand locking around my waist to hoist me onto a ridge. For a moment, he didn't pull away. His palm was hot against my damp skin."The Interceptor’s signal is gone," Cane whispered."But we aren't alone."He dropped to one knee, his posture shifting from protective mate to lethal Alpha in a heartbeat. I followed his gaze to the soft mud near a lightning-struck pine. My breath hitched.There, pressed deep into the silt, were tracks. They were wolf prints. They didn't lead toward our sanctuary; they moved around where we were hiding. They had been watching us."Silas?" I asked, my hand moving instinctively to the grip of my sidearm."No," Cane growled, the fur on the back of his neck bristling."The scent... It’s a pack formation, El. A scout. We aren't the only ones in t

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Alpha’s Junkie

    The Interceptor-6’s swept the surface of the mangrove roots, looking for movement.Beside me, Cane was a submerged mountain. His hand was clamped over my forearm, his grip firm and steadying, grounding me in the freezing muck.The hum of the drone’s thrusters finally began to fade, a throb that retreated toward the eastern horizon. It hadn’t found us, but it was circling.Cane broke the surface first, his head emerging silently like a predator. He scanned the canopy, then reached down, hoisting me up by my waist."The perimeter isn't clear," Cane whispered, his voice a vibration against my skin."There’s a cavern half a mile south. An old 'Gladesman's hole. It’s deep enough to mask our thermal and thick enough to block the drone’s scanner. We move. Now."We moved as shadows through the sawgrass. By the time we reached the o

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Hunt

    We entered the city as ghosts on steel.In my helmet’s HUD, the thermal signatures of the city were a chaotic blur of orange and red, but I was looking for something specific. I was looking for the "Cold-Pulse", the signature of a Slider."El, I’ve got a localized spike," Viper’s voice crackled in my ear."Three blocks east. An old meat-packing plant. It’s leaking Nitrogen... wait, no. That’s not Nitrogen. That’s the Slider’s endothermic vent.""Copy that," I whispered, leaning my Bobber into a sharp turn."Cane, Vane, converge on the loading docks. We don't go loud unless we have to."We found it in the shadows of a refrigerated warehouse. But we were too late.The Slider was hunched over the hood of a security sedan, its body a sickening, twitching mass of translucent skin and hyper-extended bon

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Puppy Love And Monsters

    Two months have passed since the Arena was destroyed.I was sliding out from under the chassis of a custom-built Scout Bobber. My once-manicured hands were permanently stained with black oil, and my white-blonde hair was pulled back into a messy knot. I didn't care.We were deep in the "Black Zone", an abandoned Vance-Thorne logistics warehouse that had been wiped from the official maps. It was a massive, rusted skeleton of steel and reinforced concrete."The fuel injector is still cycling too hot, Viper," I called out, wiping a streak of grease across my forehead.Viper leaned over the workbench nearby, his fingers flying across a holographic display that Harrison had smuggled into our last supply drop."It’s the stabilizing tech, El. These bikes aren't just engines anymore. If the thermal dampeners aren't perfect, Silas’s satellites will pick up the heat signature before you even clear the treeline."These weren't just motorcycles. They were "Ghost-Bikes." After the arena, we realiz

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Behind Closed Doors

    The iron gates of the estate swung open as I entered the Estate. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to go back to the garage, to Cane.I left the car in the driveway and entered the mansion. The house was silent, but as I stepped into the foyer, a light from the cracked door of my father’s study ca

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   To A New Start

    I chose a simple black cocktail dress. It was silk that hugged my frame, ending just above the knee.As I exited the large front doors of my father's Mansion, I saw it.A brand-new Lamborghini Revuelto, finished in a red so vibrant it looked like a fresh wound.My father stood beside the hood, his

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A Tragedy In The Making

    Cane was standing by the red door, his back to me. His shoulders were stiff with tension. Vane was a few feet away, leaning against a rusted hoist, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes, his distrustful golden glare, never left my face."He knows," I said, my voice cracking the silence.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A King With No Kingdom

    The ride back to the garage was a blur of lights passing by at the speed of light. I cuddled against Cane’s back, my mind racing faster than the bike."Who were they?" I shouted over the wind; the image of Silas’s icy blue eyes burned into my memory."What did he mean about what you lost?"Cane did

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