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My heart began to race faster than usual. “You did really well in your English test, well done.” Mr Richard spoke, taking only a few glances at me . His entire focus was on his paperwork. “Yes, I came because of that ….. I finally summoned enough courage to speak “Oh really?” He dropped his pen and faced me . Our eyes were locked for a few seconds. The more I stared ,the nervous I became “What about it?” “I don’t know but rumors have been flying about my grades being faked and I……

Some poked their heads from rooms that they were in to stare, as if they sensed the only wolf in the house approaching. The looks in their eyes varied I suppose, from mild curiosity and even interest, to an intense, crazed hunger in one particular Vampire that made me flinch. His eyes were red, his gaze malevolent and his expression said ‘come to me let me suck you dry’. I shuddered. No thanks. I went to the kitchens and caught sight of some human maids. They were gathered around in a group, whispering to each other about some ritual. Sensing potentially important information, I paused at the entrance, ducking behind the wall and straining my ears to listen.

"That's right! Now you go." "I spy with my little eye, something that's soft and gray," says Jason, and Giselle wrinkles her nose in concentration. "Is it a kitten?" she asks, and Jason nods excitedly. "You're the best! Okay, I spy with my little eye, something that's hard and black." Giselle thinks for a moment, and then she smiles. "Is it a rock?" she asks, and Jason laughs. "You're so good at this! My turn! I spy something that's slimy and yellow."

“…He’s not the problem.” Firm. Absolute. No hesitation. The room went quiet. Because that tone— That certainty— Left no room for argument. The uncle studied him. Then gave a slight nod. “…Very well.” But the look in his eyes said— This wasn’t over. Eli stepped back from the door. Slowly. Quietly. His heart was beating faster now. Not from fear. But from realization. There was a spy. Someone inside. Someone watching. Someone waiting. He walked back toward his room.

Looked through the small hole. There was a girl in a purple dress standing in the hallway. She was holding a silver box. She looked up at the camera. Winked. June opened the door. Her breath stopped. "Dr. June" the girl asked. She held out the box. "The Architect sent me. He says you forgot your keys." June took the box. Inside there was a glass eye with three pupils. "Benson" June asked, as the walls of the apartment started to hum. "If this is the world then why is there a 'Level 101' loading bar, on the bathroom mirror?"

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

Inside, she stood—barefoot, expressionless, arms extended. She looked no older than seventeen. Her skin shimmered like tempered glass, her hair a veil of opal strands that moved like data threads. Her eyes were crystal-blue, translucent but unreadable. A whisper ticked in her ear. Not words—commands. Integrate. Observe. Replace. She opened her eyes. And the world blinked. Back at Velgrave, the world didn’t blink—but something changed. Mira noticed it first when she woke up the next morning. Her internal diagnostics pinged again—something she hadn’t initiated.

His eyes darted around the room, clearly panicking. “Just look!” Josh exclaimed, his hands flying to Hayes’ face, pulling the glasses off with an urgency that screamed desperation. I felt a strange mix of anxiousness and curiosity swelling inside me as I watched, unable to process what was unfolding before my eyes. There it was—the tiny lens, nestled among the frames—a minuscule spy hidden in plain sight. It was undeniable. My stomach dropped at the realization, and I found myself biting my lip, fighting back a wave of frustration. Almost—just almost—I had let myself be fooled. Hayes had promised to tell me everything about the kidnapping but requested to talk in a private place and instinct

My voice cuts right through the tight hallway tension like a sharp blade. My mind knew a long time ago that some rogue spy would try to use their claws to steal my pack data; there was zero way my head would leave my private things unprepared for a bite. Yesterday, the sun, my hands installed a tiny, secret hidden spy lens inside my den—one that runs on its own internal power cell and doesn't care if the main fortress power grid gets cut by a traitor. My pale fingers pull out my digital phone terminal, tapping lightly on the glowing screen. A small moment later, a clear video track pops up on the glass—there is Sorelle's body, holding a stolen metal key, opening my wooden drawer really secre