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Ryker asked. "Literally less than three miles to track. Street cams and other footage made it easy." Hughes pointed at a highlighted person on the screens. He'd looped the tracks together so we got to watch a single stream of choppy footage. He waited until the woman stopped and looked up at a tall building. "That's OmniFirst's front door." Ryker cursed under his breath. "Save a copy of that. Send it to me, to Nik. Encrypted." With his arm around my waist, we were walking out the office and back towards the elevators. "I'm calling Turo."

In the last year, none of these scouting wolves had made it farther than one hundred yards into pack land before being captured and ripped apart by my warriors. I clicked on a tab that contained footage from the eastern perimeter cameras and reviewed the videos marked Flagged: Potential Breach. I saw nothing - absolutely nothing. The tree branches in view were still and the night vision lens made it clear that no animals or Selenian wolves had set off the alarms. I leaned against the back of my stool and massaged my temples. Reed's paranoia must be rubbing off on me . Opening my email, I typed a message to the director of technical support. "Cameras 4E, 5E, and 6E need to be serviced immedia

I had to keep you hidden from their prying eyes. "Wendy and the others were mere decoys, a ruse to mislead any onlookers. As I struggled to grasp this overwhelming revelation, Ethan continued, saying, "We're no longer safe here; we must retreat to the sanctuary of our homeland." Under the cloak of night, the children and I followed Ethan onto a private jet. Our journey led us to a secluded canyon nestled in the Northwood mountains, known as Silver Moon Valley. Apprehension filled me as the cabin door opened. Being human, I feared rejection from the wolfkins.

“You really need to see this.” He taps the glass screen of his tablet. The bank of monitors on the wall ignites all at once. Dozens of live security feeds flood the room—choppy video of pack territories, dense forests, rooftops, and gray skies. Then comes the movement. Sleek, pitch-black drones lift from hidden subterranean silos like a swarm of hornets waking up. Sienna’s stomach bottom-drops out. “What did you do?” Her voice is a dry, useless rasp.

A video player interface. "David was not bribing them for money. He was blackmailing them. And the leverage he used was Clara." I stepped closer to the screen. "What do you mean?" Julian's voice was very careful. "I found a website. It was hidden behind layers of encryption, but I managed to access the server logs. For at least three years, David has been streaming live footage from cameras hidden in your bedroom. The feed was private. Access was sold to specific individuals. High-profile men. Politicians. Business leaders. And three executives at Sterling Global."

Matt and some of the others had set up a few trail cameras around town, which I was flipping through now. Of course, there was nothing out of the ordinary; just trees and the occasional animal. At one point, though, I heard the door to my office open. “Hey, Enzo,” Luke’s voice said, catching my attention. “You have a minute?” I glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah. What’s up?” Luke crossed the room and sat down in the chair across from my desk before he spoke. “We’ve been having some troubling sightings around Mountainview lately,” he began. “There have been reports of a large yellow-eyed wolf roaming the area.”

Matt insists as he rushes past Onyx to the next door. The natural light of the sunrise fills the room. “Where are we?” I ask Onyx looking around the large room that overlooks the town. “We are in our hidden mountainside bunker.” He says as he lays me down on the lounge part of the couch. “Our house is right there.” He points through the wall-length window at a small building. “I know you will not settle for this, so let me show you this little gem.” He says, looking around and finding the remote. “Press the big green button.” He says, smiling. As I do, the windows become screens filled with video surveillance. “From here, you can see everything in the pack. Well, most of it anyway, let me sh

POV: Damien Marrow reached out just before the sun came up. The screen on my desk flickered with static for a few seconds before the picture cleared. It was a grainy, live video feed. It had been bounced through so many different servers to hide its location that the quality was terrible, but I could see exactly what I needed to see. Gideon.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus, my head of security. "Marcus," I snapped. "I want the server logs from the Hudson Yards site for the last four hours. Now." "Sir, I was just about to call you," Marcus' voice came through, sounding hesitant. "We’re having a problem. The remote link to the site cameras is down." "What do you mean 'down'?"

Kevin continued, his voice breaking, “But I recorded it. For the board. For myself. Because I couldn’t forget what I saw.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a small USB drive. “If you won’t believe my words, then watch it yourself.” He handed the USB to the tech team. The room fell into absolute silence as the technician connected it to the system and brought it up onto the massive screen. The video began. It showed Rhea entering the hotel room. She was blushing and looking nervously over her shoulder. Then, three men appeared, they were half-naked and easily recognisable. “She’s disgusting!”