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Her mouth was set, but her fingers trembled. The prompt blinked again. Ava touched the keyboard. > USER ID: Her hands moved before she decided. > A.Monroe She blinked. Where had that come from? The screen accepted it. A second line appeared. > CLEARANCE LEVEL: Her fingers typed— > Tier 2 – Clearline The screen paused. No rejection. Then: > ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME BACK. Ava leaned back. The screen shifted to a deeper interface—flat grey text over soft green. File branches. Session logs.

And. "And that baby is AVA"

I pick it up and let out a gasp. IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR 'BAMBI' AGAIN, CALL HER LINE. i pick up my phone immediately and dail her number, "damn it pick" I groan in anger. What must happened to Ava? Who even wants her? She's just an innocent mute girl for fuck sake. "Urgghhhhhh" I throw my phone in anger as the fucking person isn't picking. I pace around, who might want her? I begin to think as I fasten my pace around the room.

“How do you know that?” Darius asked. “Never mind.” Daniel asked. “You hear that?” “Yeah.” Elias leaned in to tell Rihanna the bad news, “Boracay’s six hours away.” She blanched. “Yeah, how about Hongkong?” More chair jumping and she covered her mouth so as not to squeal for the second time. “You’ll need a passport,” Daniel reminded him. “He’s got one from when he went to London for that British chick,” Darius said.

Ava left for her room as she ordered breakfast but canceled to go for the buffet service. A text popped up on her phone and it was from Aby. “I'd be back tonight” The text read. Ava felt excited as she responded instantly and suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

AVA** I stared at the empty space where my phone had just been. If Isabella expected me to scream, cry, or lunge for the window, she was going to be sorely disappointed. She stood there, chest puffed out like a peacock who had just won a prize fight. "Well? Nothing to say? Your little life is currently being dismantled by Mark’s best technicians. Every secret, every sordid little detail of your 'Ava Reed' double life, is being uploaded to the Vance servers as we speak."

“How convenient. As you are sitting over there on the only laptop in the apartment with access to the feeds.” He finally looked at her, his dark eyes flashing with irritation. “There’s nothing to worry about.” “Then show me.” Her eyes flicked to his laptop, the screen strategically angled away from her. “Show me the feeds.” Carver’s jaw tightened, and he subtly closed the laptop further, creating a barrier between them. “I’m busy.” Ava’s frustration mounted, the doubt she’d been pushing aside clawing at her resolve. “What kind of personal business? I thought we were done with secrets.”

Though he still sensed Ava’s distress, she didn’t falter or stop. It took another hour for Ava to slow down. The tree canopy was denser, and the vegetation on the forest floor was closer together. Though he caught several new scents, it was clear this was a path that was less travelled. Ava had mentioned the Moonvalley pack was small, and judging by the distance from human towns and other packs, they preferred to be left alone. He still hadn’t caught Alpha Morgan’s scent, but he prayed to the goddess that the Alpha would have done the sensible thing and found shelter there, even if they were grieving their own losses.