Walten Files Banny Novels & Stories

They wouldn't understand. "Shit." Ben closed the windows and wiped the browser history. He sat back on the sofa, reeling under the utter lack of direction. He stared at the desktop, the neat lines marching from side to side. A single file folder occupied the space. It was marked, Recordings. Recordings of what? Homemade sex tapes? He wished. Ben clicked the folder. A half dozen media files, each labeled with the name Walker and a date. They were all recent. He clicked one out of curiosity. Anything to take the weight off his shoulders.

"Don't trust anyone if you don't want to die silly!" That was what Dannie had told her a moment ago. Ah, this might indeed be the first time Sena has met these people face to face. But to be honest, she already knew and had information about them that she got from Dannie. Sena almost laughed when she remembered a book that Dannie gave her entitled 'Walters Gang'. The book has a cover of 4 cubs eating honey. Anyone who saw the book would have thought that it was a children's book, not an important book detailing the ins and outs of the Walters family.

Listening. Pulling away, Dr. Bane takes his nurse with him into his office. Speaking quietly and quickly, he says “Call Alpha Lowen. Tell him that I have information about the new wolves that can’t wait. I’m going to proceed with their appointment and see if I can get any more information. Tell him I’ll be about an hour.” “Yes, Dr. Bane.” The nurse runs from the room and Dr. Bane collects himself before walking back to the room.

Crean lounges with his back to the window, rolling a length of shadow-rope between finger and thumb, eyes crawling over us like grease. “Hello again, Annabel,” Bane purrs, as if the name isn’t a grave we already pissed on. “I see obedience still isn’t in your vocabulary.” I smile without teeth. “It’s Allison, rotting brain. And you’re talking to me.” Crean’s eyebrows tip up. “Oh?” “Dawn,” I say, and let my eyes go silver. Bane flinches. He recovers. “You always were a bitch. It was better when you were not there and Annabel was all alone.”

We continue to innovate with high-quality, long-form journalism and cultural reporting. The lift door slides open on my floor, and Zulaa Whitby, my Executive Assistant, is standing there waiting for me. How she does it I don't even know anymore; she seems to know my movements at every hour of the day. Sometimes I half suspect that she has micro-chipped me without my knowledge. “Sir, Svan Kann came by your office thirty minutes ago,” Zulaa says in her low, efficient voice. “Svan?” I raise an eyebrow. “She came herself? She didn’t send one of her people?”

“Too late for that.” That night, I woke to gunfire. Alarms shrieked across HALCYON. Rebels had infiltrated the east wing. But they weren’t aiming for the servers. They were heading straight for Wren. I fought my way through smoke and blood. Reached the vault just as they breached it. The firefight was brutal. Ruthless. I killed without hesitation. Because Wren had the file. And if Valen got it. If Ivy saw it, She would never recover.

I hated how unfazed Benny looked, how composed he always managed to be, even now. All because of him, I had Walter working double shifts trying to track Ivana’s location. Her phone had suddenly gone off, all thanks to Benny. Also, she had no activity on social media, no traceable bank transactions. Not even a blip on airline logs. “New York is a dead end,” Walter had told me minutes ago over a secured line. My jaw clenched at his report. “Check again.” I said through my teeth. Walter had hesitated before he replied quietly, “There’s nothing to check.”

With a heavy grunt and a forceful tug the drawer opens and I take the files and pictures inside and scatter them across the top of the desk. There pictures of Ferrah and Carter along with pictures of her brother in the silver cells. Thers letters and blood notes in the files along with what seem to be contracts and other documents. Gathering it all back up I tuck the drawer back into the desk and the files and folders into he small messenger bag I have over my shoulder. Noises come from the hall outside the office door and I slip out the window right as it bursts open and Banner walks in with a small Brunett women held tightly by the throat.

Walter began, his voice a whisper laden with hidden intentions, "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to someone..." Before I could process his words, his hand closed tightly around my waist, drawing me into his side. "...I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Hester Winters." The statement, delivered with chilling calm, echoed through the room like a clap of thunder. The silence was abruptly broken by a deafening roar that shook the walls. A dark and dangerous aura emanated from Bennett, a raging beast about to break free. Those present recoiled, some trembling, others seeking refuge in Walter's towering figure.

"Bane is dead?" "Bane was executed to keep this book silent," I said, opening the ledger and reading aloud the recorded entries. "Twenty canisters of wolfsbane pitch were released under the private emergency seal of Elder Mara. They were diverted to a private storehouse near the eastern pass. The ambush on Kael Blackthorn was not an accident, Commander. It was an assassination attempt orchestrated by the very woman who sent you here today." Silence fell over the Great Hall, thick, suffocating, and absolute.