Walten Files Characters Novels & Stories

“This is for you, Mrs. Walton. Please have a glance.” “Thanks.” I accepted it politely and flipped the first blank page to start reading. A second later, my eyes widened. The first page was a bank account statement, the number of zeros after one in the balance section knocking the air out of my lungs. The next thing was the list of cards: Black, Gold, and Blue. Every document carried the same name. “Ellie Walton.” My mind went blank as I stared at them in awe. “This is…” I was sure I was reading them wrongly, but Mr. Walton spoke weakly.

Finn questioned with extreme quietude, pacing across the polished hardwood floor before depositing his muscular weight directly onto the edge of the wood workspace. "My fingers simply completed the final structural sequence of the manuscript." The alpha extended his calloused fingers, gently wiping away the stray moisture trails tracking down the omega's face. "The diagnostic files indicate the narrative is going to manifest as an absolute triumph. My internal wolf is experiencing intense anticipation to review your text."

The screen lit up, and a new file appeared encrypted, password-protected. I tried the obvious: Ava, Derek, or even our old wedding date. Nothing worked. Then I saw it. A single line in the filename, typed in a font that looked eerily familiar. *MarcusDamienLucas* My stomach dropped. This file wasn’t just about shipments or money. It was about *them*.

“Alpha.” I handed him the file without ceremony. “Read.” He took the file and started reading, his eyebrows furrowed. “Wolfsbane.” “Yes.” My tone was sharp and firm. “It is wolfsbane again. Whoever is behind this has access—steady access. That is no accident. That means someone is supplying them with it.” My beta's jaw clenched. “You think—”

As I got closer, the contents of the tanks became clear. They were wolves. Werewolves. In the first tank, a malformed creature with oversized claws and no skin floated in green liquid. In the next, a perfect human child with wolf ears, dead. In the third... I stopped. The face in the third tank was familiar. It was younger, softer, but unmistakable. It was Valerius. Or rather, a Valerius. "Subject V-748," Ben Carter read the plaque aloud, his voice devoid of emotion, purely analytical. "Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated."

Holidays. Thousands of hours of work. Genius-level work. All signed IW. "Who had access to these files?" I asked, my voice strange to my own ears. David checked the logs. "Limited access. Just you and..." He frowned. "There's an old user account here. IWinters. It’s been deactivated." When Isla left. "Can you pull up everything that user created?" David typed quickly. A list populated on screen. Hundreds of files. Thousands of lines of code. The entire backbone of Apex Technologies.

He felt weak and vulnerable but he still pushed all thoughts away. “ Come in! ” He gave the permission and Mr Walton stepped in with two files in his hands. Tobias's hands clenched into fists wondering what else he was going to find out. “ Sir! I found out everything I could. Her personal information files are under red level security so it's almost impossible to crack them open so fast. But I have something else. ” Mr Walton told him professionally and placed the files on the table. “ Tell me. Tell me what you found out! ” Tobias was shocked to find out that her files were under red level security but he pushed that shock away for a while.

I opened a new document on my laptop and began typing: *Target Assessment - Walton Family* *Michael Walton - CEO, 52 years old. Weakness: His family. Will sacrifice anything to protect wife and children. Recent stress indicators suggest some business pressures affecting marriage stability.* *Aria Walton (née Campbell) - Co-CEO, 45 years old. Weakness: Her children's safety and reputation. Controls significant charitable foundation with questionable accounting practices that could be exploited.* *Alex Walton - Harvard sophomore, 18 years old. Business major, dean's list, active in investment club. Weakness: Overconfidence, trust in others. Academic reputation important to future prospects.*

Samson and Lucas arrived at Charles' house, their faces beaming with excitement. The three friends embraced each other tightly, their happiness heated in the air. Charles turned to Samson, his voice filled with disbelief and amusement. " Samson I can't believe we actually managed to hack into the accounts of WRT's actresses, actors, and models. It feels surreal." Charles said. Samson, eager to know the extent of their conquest, inquired about the total amount they had successfully acquired. Charles grinned mischievously and proceeded to reveal the staggering sum stored in their hidden account. The figures flashed before Samson and Lucas, evoking astonishment and elation.

Ten minutes later, the old man knocked on the door and only opened the door and walked in slowly after getting Vera’s consent. He was holding a laptop in his hand, and he placed the laptop in front of Vera as he said, “Miss, I’ve already found all the information you asked me to investigate. There are a total of five hundred and forty males named ‘Charlie Wade’ in the whole country, and a total of two hundred and thirteen of them are males under the age of thirty.”