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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"

All I could see was the bracelet on Karen's wrist. It was the only keepsake my mother had ever left me. I had locked it in the bedroom safe, and only Frederick and I knew the combination. Before he left me out in the wilderness, I had begged him to give it back. However, he told me I'd get it once I realized my mistake. But now, the bracelet that should've been safely locked away was wrapped around someone else's wrist. Colette followed my gaze and noticed what I was looking at. She covered her mouth, then let out a chuckle.

The compound was moving around us and somewhere beyond the walls twelve trained wolves were closing the distance and every second mattered and Marcus Ashwood stood there and looked at me and made a decision. "Watchtower," he said. "Garrett stays with you." I was already moving toward it. The watchtower gave me height and the height combined with my True Luna senses gave me something that felt like standing at the center of a web that connected every living thing within the compound boundary. I could feel Creek's wolves the way I could feel my own heartbeat. Distinct and directional and completely clear. Garrett stood beside me with his device open relaying my information to Marcus in real ti

the way rooms reorganize themselves, the way I have to crane my neck and still feel like I am looking up at something that does not move unless it chooses to. His eyes behind the silver frames doing something I cannot read fully and am not supposed to try to read but am trying to read anyway, and his mouth —I am not looking at his mouth. “The Hargrove amendment,” I say, lifting the file because saying something practical is the only available option right now to dissolve whatever heat is pulling at the pit of my stomach. His gaze drops to it. Returns to my face. “Yes.” I take one step to move around him. His eyes drop to my bare thighs.

​The blue light on my ankle began to flicker faster. ​Bzzzt. ​A warning shock. I ignored it. ​"Come on," I urged the wires. "Talk to me." ​On the wall, the security monitor flickered. A single line of text appeared over the feed of the hallway. ​I AM WATCHING. ​"I know you are," I said, looking directly into the camera. "Watch this." ​I jammed the live wire into the tracker’s charging port. ​The lights in the penthouse surged, then died.

“Suppliers panic when it rains.” Celine nodded, but her intuition whispered otherwise. Marites had always been loyal, yet lately her calm felt… rehearsed. The kind of calm that hid something. The Watchers Across the street, the same black sedan idled beneath the rain. The windshield mirrored gray sky, but inside, a man watched through a tablet screen alive with clean, glowing data—café traffic, delivery logs, staff movements. “Asset One in position,” he murmured. “No breach, but activity fits early-stage patterns.”

Somia took one and gave the case to Semirat, two of them put it in their eyes and using their phone to look at it maybe it fit them. “Good!” The guy said as he was pressing the screen of the smart wristwatch in his hand and watching Semirat and Somia inside it like he was watching movie. “It’s from this smart watch I will be watching you and able to know if anything want to happen, because I won’t want people to know that I am your bodyguard. So you are cool now” Somia and Semirat looked at him. “Oh! So you will be watching us as along as the eye contact is in our eye” Somia said.

He could look at me with eyes and then use someone else to get what he wanted. He didn't want a partner. He wanted people he could control. A sharp chime broke the silence. A red alert box appeared on my screen bypassing my local firewall. SYSTEM ALERT: Re-ROUTING OPTION ACTIVATED. USER: J VANE MESSAGE: REPORT TO OFFICE 01 IMMEDIATELY. BRING THE MONTGOMERY LIQUIDITY MANIFESTS. I stared at the glowing letters. My fingers hovered over the keyboard thinking about ignoring the command.. That would show him that Vivienne had affected me.

Especially now, that my own dad, backed by several of my packmates, commits to harm them. Summoning my Omegas with a press of a button, I issue the command that would give me a bit of an ease whenever I’m away from Eloise and Maddox. A team of experts is dispatched, entrusted with the task of turning our haven into a fortress. State-of-the-art closed-circuit television cameras soon stand as silent sentinels, their unwavering gaze covering every inch of the abode. As the technicians work meticulously, I retreat to my office room. I watch the live feed on my phone’s screen, observing as cameras are carefully nestled into corners, their unblinking eyes capturing angles that even my vigilant min

of the Commission’s servers, still pulsing under my control. I looked at the camera feed for the front door. A man was walking his dog on the sidewalk. He looked up at the house, perhaps admiring the architecture, before moving on. He had no idea that sixty feet away, a girl was watching him through a thermal lens, her fingers hovering over a "Doomsday" script. I felt a sudden, sharp pang of nausea.