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“You have hijacked my best friend. Completely. The idiot does not even remember he has a best friend. Very ungrateful bastard.” Zephyr chuckles. He turns his head just enough to see Silas. “The actual word is borrowed,” he corrects with a grin. “Not hijacked. I plan to give him back eventually.” “You plan to give me back?” Zephyr just smiles. Silas remembers the reason he came as his expression shifts to business. “The all nighter paid off,” he says. “We traced the hack. It went through an external proxy. The trail leads straight to HoltTech.”

Now I sharpen the knife. The office is still wrecked. Papers on the floor, staff too afraid to knock. Good. Let them fear me. Fear is useful. Fear keeps people silent. I open the steel case in my drawer. My private line. A black phone, no trace. Direct to my shadows. I dial. Fingers shaking but steady with purpose. “Mantis.” The voice on the other end hisses like static. He never uses his real name. A ghost in the code, a spider in the wires. My hacker, my phantom. I’ve paid him more than governments pay armies.

I watched as his entire body tensed. “Fuck,” he cursed loudly, slamming the phone onto the counter before snatching it up again and dialing a number. “How the fuck did he find out now?” His voice was sharp, lethal. I could barely make out the other person’s response, but Adrian’s next words made my blood run cold. “Okay, I want you to hack into the main systems of Spades. Find the fucking spy.” Then, he switched to Italian. He spoke fast… too fast, his words thick with anger. I tried but struggled to keep up, only catching bits and pieces.

The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.

The people watching online immediately went into a frenzy after hearing what Lorraine said. Flooding the chat with comments about her being a mistress was a given, while others doxed her, calling her phone directly. On top of that, a hacker managed to hack into her live video feed, shouting at her directly. "You shameless woman! How could you be so self-righteous about stealing someone's husband? Society nowadays has progressed too much! Someone like you should be burned on a stake!" At the same time, Lily and Johnny's phone numbers were leaked too, and they started being spammed with calls.

"The tracker is simply a bridge. Panni is fighting for their own potential. They want to be 'good'. They want to be 'loyal' to a failing house. But their nervous system remembers the truth. They were built for the kill. They were built to lead." Panni’s right hand—the one near the pistol Jinyan had dropped—began to move. It wasn't a conscious movement. It was jerky, mechanical, like a puppet being pulled by invisible wires. "Jinyan... get away from me," Panni choked out, their teeth gritted so hard they felt like they might shatter. "I can't... I can't stop my hand." Jinyan looked at Panni’s hand, which was inching toward the gun. "No. No, Panni. Fight it. It’s just code. You're the best hac

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

Besides, what can I say? Jared Anderson is basically a computer genius. He's usually involved information security, hacking and stuff like that. He can easily hack into anyone's private accounts even with his eyes closed. I saw him do it plenty of times before, and I know he'll do it now. I had only been waiting for half a minute when an enormous hand appeared before my eyes and grabbed my mouth. I screamed, panic coursing through me as I fought the person standing right behind me. From my peripheral I noticed it was a tall, well-built man with an intimidating aura about him. Apart from that, he was wearing all black. That's how he must have easily blended into the night and prevented me fro

Damn. I check it. Then I double check it. Then I triple check it because I know Piper isn’t going to believe me. Then I open a group chat with Hijack and Sphinx. Me: Hijack, I need you to double check something for me. Hijack: Because you’re questioning your own skills? Hey Sphinx. Me: Because I know the data will be questioned. Sphinx found it. I’ve triple checked it, but I want your eyes on it too. I’m sending it now.

His wolf began pacing inside of him. "His name's Gandhi. Former cop. Very experienced and dangerous," Hacker replied after his fingers had typed rapidly across the keys. "I want his address," Venom demanded, his eyes hard as steel. Hacker hesitated, then nodded. "I can get it for you." Venom simply nodded, his expression unchanged. The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the new level of tension. "Here it is, Venom," Hacker said, turning his laptop so his Alpha could see the address.