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"This is not the time, Rosa. The border is being attacked, I can't let in anyone at this moment. Besides the watchmen are very ferocious at this time" "Who are the watchmen and why are they ferocious at this time? This is my mom we are talking about" I whined, discarding my dirty clothes to the ground. I took a thin robe to replace my worn-out clothes. "The watchmen are in charge of taking care of our boundaries in this pack. They can sniff out strangers and their motives, long before they come close, including hunters. Right now is not the best because we are in the middle of an attack, and they have lost so many members already. They could mistake your Mom for a hunter since she is human"

Imogen asked, "Is everything okay?" "Yes, everything's fine," Yasmin replied. "I gave him the watch earlier. He didn't suspect a thing and put it on his wrist." The watch contained a small recording device. If everything went according to plan, they would be able to monitor Ivan's every move. If he engaged in any illegal activities, Yasmin would have the evidence. This was all part of Imogen's strategy. After all, she was a woman who had navigated the business world for decades. Yasmin admired Imogen's brilliance.

"Take care of her. And do it quickly." Without a word, the Watchman rises to his feet and walks in my direction. Keeping my eyes shut, I try to stay calm, sneaking peeks through the slits of my lids as he approaches. He stops only inches away from me and I can smell his earthy, masculine skin. "Don't move her," Zack calls to him, but he doesn't reply.

Some systems defend themselves with alarms. Others defend themselves with locks. The most sophisticated systems— Simply watch. Because observation is often more powerful than resistance. And deep beneath Manhattan, the Guardian was now watching more closely than ever before. Inside the underground control chamber, dozens of monitors displayed Mara Quinn’s position in real time. The small indicator on the map pulsed quietly. Thirty-eight meters from the facility’s outer infrastructure barrier. Closer than any outsider had ever come. Jessica stood near the main console, arms folded tightly.

To be honest, I had seen it so often that it didn't surprise me anymore. Sure enough, Hailey started listing my crimes. "All I did was give him a watch. How dare you threaten him? Apologize to him right now, or I'm going to demote you!" Without waiting for my response, she dialed Jaxon's number and put the call on speaker. I could barely say a word before he started his wounded act. "I'm the one who should apologize, Ms. Miller. I shouldn't have accepted your gift if it was going to make Mr. Chase so mad. I'll return the watch. Please just tell Mr. Chase to stop targeting me at work."

Oliver warned. Raymond look at what he grabed , it was his wristwatch- Philippe Patek . he immediately put it on then sit back trying to calm down. “Don’t you discuss money as though it is something you know anything about? How much do you think Oliver and I made or Lucas spends on his gambling why we are sitting here discussing your pathetic hourly wages?” as he picked up his fountain pen and threw at him. He aimed for the man’s eyes but missed. Lucas went to pick up the pen. “wow. I can probably use this for my gambling” he said jokingly, referring to the Mont Blanc fountain pen.

They sat in the morning on the bench at the edge of Meridian Gardens, two people with a history that was exactly as complicated as it was and exactly as limited as it had to be, waiting for a five-year-old to finish looking for frogs. --- In his jacket pocket, Orion's phone buzzed. He looked at the notification. It was from R's watch—the GPS ping that fired whenever R moved to a new zone within the tracked area. The watch logged location updates automatically and sent them to Rhys and to the secondary monitoring device that Orion maintained for exactly this purpose. But alongside the location ping, there was something else. An accidental message, sent from R's watch to his contact list durin

LUS activated softly in her vision. EVOLUTIONARY VARIANT IDENTIFIED. PROVISIONAL DESIGNATION: WATCHER. THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED. A final line appeared after a brief pause. BEHAVIORAL ASSESSMENT: OBSERVATION. ADAPTATION. INTEREST. Evelyn stared at the word Interest until it disappeared. Outside, the forest remained dark. The Watcher did not return that night. Somehow, that made it worse.

Damon’s POV The next night, it was time for the operation. The dealer moved like a shadow through the docks, he was surrounded by armed wolves, Mara and I tracked from the walls of another building. Ryan’s voice crackled through the earpiece, “The main target is now inside the warehouse. There’s no movement yet, but there’s something wrong with the heat monitor installed. It’s not registering any other bodies… quite weird. I can’t get a picture of the inside so maybe you both might have to move to higher ground.”