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He looks pale. "What is it?" Drakon snaps, buttoning his jeans. "We found this in the Reaper SUV," Leon says. "It's connected to a remote server. You need to see this." Drakon takes the tablet. I sit up, fixing my clothes, peering over his shoulder. It’s a video feed. Live. A grainy, black-and-white camera angle. I recognize the room instantly. Concrete walls. A drain in the floor. A heavy steel door. The Hole.

Amber whispered, "Maybe it's a top-secret—" We saw shuffling before a hand was pulled away from the camera, after a second or two I realized what was happening, "This footage is from a body cam..." I mumbled, "We are inside W.I.K.D," But they said nothing, they too have learned this by now and were too captivated by the video. Dressed in a lab coat was a woman, sitting across whoever was wearing the camera. She was too placing small droplets of black and red liquid on a microscope slide to even noticed him... Or her.

The upper edges of the pendant had the royal seal of their pack embedded in it. "Mom! Wear this. It has a hidden camera installed inside plus a tiny device. It can bypass any jamming devices and maintain a signal. The camera will livestream your surroundings. It's directly attached to my laptop and we will be able to see what you will be seeing," he explained while flipping open his laptop and rapidly typing on it. I heard and watched him with awe. The pendant connected with a small beep to his laptop and the video of the living room's ceiling began to show on the screen as the pendant was facing upwards.

“A live feed just started streaming on an unlisted channel. Someone’s uploading what they present as the originals. It’s being seeded.” The words landed like a strike. Elena felt as if someone had opened the sky and let the rain into their small room. Damian’s hand tightened on her back, and on Jonah’s laptop a live window bloomed — uploading now, in real time, a file with a filename that made her stomach drop: *Kingstone_originals.mov.*

Somewhere high above security monitors, a red light blinked steadily, recording everything in perfect 4K. Neither of them had even glanced at the camera.

****** MEANWHILE — SECRET LOCATION OUTSIDE BLACKWELL CITY LIAM'S POV They’d done exactly what Astrid wanted. They were scrambling. From the hidden tablet in my hands, I watched Laura, Elijah, and Richard—all unaware that someone in their inner circle had a direct feed into their control room. I had placed the micro-camera weeks ago, in the overhead vent above the monitor. Not even Elijah had noticed. They thought they were safe in that bunker? Fools. I sent Astrid the timestamped footage of Richard breaking down on the floor, his sobs shaking the walls.

He looked​ l‌ike an emperor waiting to recei‌ve a con‍q⁠uered kin⁠g. "Are‍ the cameras o‌n?" Lor‌en‍zo asked witho‍ut turning aro‍und. "Hidden in​ the boo‍ksh⁠elf, the chande​lier, and the smoke detector,‍" I said, do‍uble-checking the feed o⁠n​ my lapt‌op​. "Aud‌io is crys​tal c‌lear. The encrypted st‌ream to Agent Vance and the SEC Direc‍tor is li‍ve⁠."

Cole explained to him as he showed Maverick the video. “Is there a mall close by? I think the lady probably gave her directions to a nearby shopping complex or mall,” Cole told him. Maverick nodded and told him of the mall just beside the company. Cole quickly tapped his fingers on the laptop, hacking into the mall server/system. Soon they were able to view everything that has happened and is happening in the mall. He watched as Whitney walked around excitedly checking the things in the mall. He frowned when two hefty-looking guys walked up to her. They said something to her and she walked out with them.

“Isn’t that what you did?” “No,” Dorian said. “I knew it was a monster. I just kept the leash tight.” He turned to Merrill. “You’re the leak, aren’t you?” Isolde keyed into a new feed and her screen stuttered then sharpened. “Confirming,” she whispered. “Merrill’s cufflink. Microcam. Streaming live to an account tagged ‘Watchtower Blue.’” Dorian stepped closer to Merrill. “Tell your people to cut the stream. Now.”

Cold blue monitor light washed across her face. Her fingers moved over the holographic keyboard. Click. Click. Click. On the main screen, the first Moonstone fragment hovered in a containment field. Indigo light pulsed from its core, synchronizing with a massive seismic map spreading across the display. Location Identified. BLACK ABYSS VOLCANO. The second fragment was there. The most dangerous place on the continent. A soft chime interrupted the system. A second terminal flickered to life—one connected to a frequency only one person possessed.