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Callum and my dad are deep in conversation, their expressions troubled. When I step into the room, everyone turns to look at me. Cheryl takes a deep breath, her hands trembling. “We’ve had a serious breach,” she finally says. “There’s something you need to see.” She hands me a folder filled with documents and photographs. My pulse quickens as I scan the contents. The images are disturbing—photos of various pack members and their families, detailed surveillance notes, and blueprints of our key locations. It’s clear that someone has been gathering intelligence on us for a long time.

Sarah sat on her bed, trembling, the USB drive still in her hand. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she plugged it into her laptop, the screen illuminating her face with a ghostly glow. Folders opened like doors to a haunted house — one labeled "Valhalla." She clicked. Surveillance footage, emails, confidential voice memos. But one video made her freeze. It was a hidden camera in what looked like Damon’s office. The timestamp read two years ago.

Because somewhere deep down, I know peace is just a temporary lie. I zip it open and load everything into it. The cabin door groans as I open it. My truck is already half-gassed. I throw the duffel into the backseat and slam the door shut. I don’t waste time. Back inside, I pull out my encrypted phone and dial a number I haven’t used in years. “Lucien,” I say the moment the line connects. “I need traffic cams and satellite feeds—track a black Chevy Suburban, five minutes from the Stillwater Ridge cabin. Two passengers—woman, kid. One unconscious female adult, possible hostage. Suspect is Camille Marek.”

Fleur's thoughts stirred, and she then wrapped the off-road vehicle with numerous broken branches, concealing it thoroughly. After that, she straightened her clothes and walked toward the depths of the mountains without looking back. - Meanwhile, all surveillance videos from Stoneridge had been transferred by Emmett's subordinates to a special cloud server. After giving the server address and password to Vera, Vera, along with Charlie, watched the surveillance videos on a laptop in her room.

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With his eyes fixed on his displays, Kyle worked as his portable gear hummed softly in the back seat. This time, Vanessa drove with solid hands on the wheel and keen eyes that scanned the road ahead, which was dark. Damien sat next to me, his hand resting on mine for protection. Even as my heart raced with the impending storm, his touch put me on solid footing. Kyle's breath came out sharply at last. "Have something." He swiveled the screen in our direction, revealing a flashing dot in the middle of Eastern Europe—a secret stronghold nestled in the mountains. "That's her," grimly, Kyle said.

A week after Caleb's death, Tamara returned to Jess's apartment. The single wall of research had exploded into something bigger. Maps covered every surface. Three computers sat on a new desk. Red string connected hundreds of printed articles. "You've been busy," Tamara said. "You have no idea." Jess spun her laptop around. "Look at this." A website filled the screen. "The Hidden World" stretched across the top in bold letters. Below were dozens of posts with titles like "Wolf Sighting in Portland" and "They Walk Among Us."

I mumbled. "Jackson. We will figure it out. Maybe the rogues will tell you more." She whispered turned to face me and scooted closer. One hand on my shoulder and the other one still holding on to her beer. I nodded solemnly. I didn't know how we would fix this. Alpha - I'm sorry to bug you at home but a literal bus load of wolves are here to see the Luna. They keep saying they are her family? The border patrol mindlinked me. Names? I mindlinked them back.

My hands hastily grab the photograph tight against my chest as my body stands straight up, my fingers reaching fast into my pocket for my phone to call my trusted beta warrior Kevin. “Hey, Kevin, my wolf needs your eyes to check the secret surveillance footage for room 908 at the Dreamscape Hotel in Everglow City immediately,” I order, my voice shaking with a giant wave of emotion. “There is a little twin girl there who looks a hell of a lot like Mars Reed. Find out exactly where her body is located right now.” “I am on the job right away, Alpha Walker!” Kevin barks over the line. “Hold on a second…” My voice softens down to a rough whisper, my chest heaving. “Once your hands get that camera