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“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

I slowly turned half my body towards him and gazed at his perfect face. Walter was even as handsome as Bennett, his eyes matching his expensive suit. However, something about his aura didn't give me the confidence I needed. The man could change his personality in a second, which was strange. However, when I tried to understand him a bit, I did some research on him and his pack. But despite my attempts, he seemed to know how to hide his secrets well. After all, all I knew about him was the same as what was in the Alphas museum.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

POV: Frey Johnson The city beyond my windows was a silent constellation of golden lights and distant sirens. But inside, my room was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made memories knock louder than they should, and I couldn't resist. A successful meeting between my family and Catherine’s means I’m one step closer. I leaned back against the headboard, my shirt half-unbuttoned and arms folded behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. The shadows from the chandelier scattered across the room like broken glass. Even in the stillness, my mind wouldn’t rest.

He rode the tide of falsehood like a hunter. “Walter’s feeding false reports to the media through offshore channels,” Marcus said, eyes bright under the glow. “If I can trace them, we can expose him.” Maya, somehow older than fifteen at that second, chewed her lip. “But that takes time.” Marcus smirked, the look of a man who enjoys the chase. “Normally. But Walter made a mistake—he underestimated how petty I get when someone calls me a thief.” His fingers flew. Every time a trail dissolved, Marcus dug deeper, cursing at the clean erasure Walter built around himself. We needed one loose thread and he wouldn’t stop until he found it.

“I am a fast reader. Probably five minutes or less. Granting me permission spares you a trip to see me, but you will likely be very tired afterward.” I nodded. I was nothing if not practical, and I had nothing to hide. Uncle Roger encouraged me to lean my head back against the head rest, and then took one of my hands in his. Soon, I felt a strange tugging sensation in my mind. “If you still want to move forward, let me in,” he said. “Envision opening a locked door.” I did as he said. Exactly five minutes later, it was over. The expression on Uncle Roger’s face was grim.

‎Vivian blinked. ‎The memory vanished. ‎ ‎"What happened?" Walter asked. ‎She shook her head. ‎"I..., I don't know." ‎Carefully, she turned the tiny key. ‎The music box began to play. ‎A soft lullaby filled the room. ‎Nothing happened. ‎Then... ‎Click. ‎A hidden compartment sprang open beneath it. Inside lay a folded piece of paper. Walter quickly grabbed and unfolded it. Only one sentence was written on it.