All Chapters of My Fallen Werewolf : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

After Breakfast, Emily led them to her home office and they sat down. "I got the list," Charles began, handing over a folder to Emily. Inside was a detailed list of people who owned Mercedes in the city. Emily passed it to Lauretta, who quickly took a shot of the documents."Dune, kindly check the list of these people and cross-reference their relationships with any military officers," Lauretta instructed.Charles watched, puzzled, as a voice responded, "Scanning the documents." He realized Dune was an AI, impressed by the seamless integration of technology in Emily's operations. As they sat down there, Charles grew increasingly curious about why they weren’t immediately acting on the list.Suddenly, Dune's voice interrupted the silence. "We have three people on the list with connections to the military."Charles was caught off guard. Before he could process the information, Alex spoke up, "Can we have the list?" At that moment, a projector screen rolled down, displaying pictures of t

Work started the next day as usual, with a series of back-to-back meetings that kept everyone on their toes. Emily moved from one intense discussion to another, orchestrating plans and making crucial decisions. Finally, she managed to sit down for a quick rest in the meeting room before heading for her office, relishing a rare moment of calm. Before Emily could relax, a small knock interrupted them. Aunt Sarah stepped into the room, her presence immediately changing the atmosphere. Emily's face shifted from intense concentration to a warm, practiced smile. “Oh, hello, Aunt,” she greeted, her voice a perfect blend of surprise and pleasure. “Let's go to my office,” she gestured, guiding her aunt to the office opposite the meeting room. Emily moved with purpose, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, while Lauretta stayed a few paces behind, watching with a mixture of concern and curiosity. As they reached the office, Emily's demeanor was calm, but her eyes carried the wei

Emily got back to her condo and was greeted by Dune, the AI. "Hello, Miss Emily," it said as she sank into her couch for a moment, glancing around with eyes searching."Dune," she called out, "where is Alex?""He is in the wolf lair," the AI responded."Any luck finding out how he morphs?" Emily continued.Dune's voice carried a note of accomplishment. "Yes, Miss Emily. During sleep mode, we've been showing Alex different simulations to analyze his brainwave changes. For example, when exposed to a simulation of a high-stress environment, his beta waves increase dramatically, indicating heightened alertness and cognitive function. Conversely, in simulations involving peaceful, natural settings, his alpha waves become more pronounced, suggesting relaxation and a preparatory state for morphing."These findings have led to a 70% increase in our understanding of the morphing mechanism. Moreover, the data shows a significant correlation between specific stimuli and the brainwave patterns as

As they settled into the luxurious VIP suite, Loretta’s phone rang. She answered swiftly, listened intently, and then hung up with a nod. “They’re here,” she said to Emily.Emily nodded, her gaze focused and composed as she prepared for the meeting. Moments later, the door opened, and a group of men in sharp black suits entered first. Their presence was imposing, and while Emily maintained her professional demeanour, a flicker of concern briefly crossed her face. The sight of so many guards hinted at the seriousness of the forthcoming discussions.Following the security team, Assemblyman Hargrove and Assemblyman Miller walked into the room. Miller had a commanding presence. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late fifties with a military bearing that demanded respect. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly trimmed, and his face was marked by sharp, discerning eyes that seemed to analyze every detail. Miller wore a well-tailored suit, dark grey with a hint of military pre

Assemblyman Miller's office was an embodiment of power and prestige, with dark mahogany walls adorned with military memorabilia and framed accolades, giving the room a sense of history and authority. Behind his imposing oak desk sat Miller, a man of presence and purpose, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting shadows that deepened the lines on his weathered face. Across the room, Assemblyman Hargrove lounged on a sleek leather couch, his demeanor far less relaxed than his posture suggested. The room’s expansive windows overlooked the city, and the plush carpet underfoot absorbed every sound, adding to the room's weighty atmosphere. Hargrove’s face was etched with concern, his brow furrowed as he voiced his doubts. "I know we need the funds and support, but are we really going to show her everything?" Miller leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Everything? No, not yet. Not until we’re sure she’s one of us. I’ve already told the lab to substitute the subjects with