Walten Files Felix Novels & Stories

The kind of room where ledgers used to be balanced and people who asked too many questions didn’t make it to lunch. Felix—young, wiry, the kind of kid who looked like he should be solving Rubik’s cubes on a street corner for tips—stood next to a metal filing cabinet that had seen more crimes than a crooked senator’s email server. He didn’t say anything yet, but his fingers kept tapping the same rhythm on the desktop, like a secret code meant for correctly tuned ears. I stepped in behind him, careful as a cat walking across piano keys. Still blind, still playing the innocent marble Madonna, but every nerve under my skin was wound tight enough to slice glass.

“Good morning, Alpha, Beta.” “Good morning, Mike,” I replied. “So, what exactly happened?” “The northern border morning patrol took our positions and we sent two of our juniors to walk fifty yards out from the border, as per patrol guidelines, and they noticed an unfamiliar scent. I, personally, went out to smell for myself and confirmed that the scent was indeed unfamiliar and werewolf, as suspected. We walked the area but weren’t able to locate the culprits. That’s when I mindlinked you. It’s similar to what happened a year ago.”

Why does it appear that the two are inseparable at all times? Anna considered reading the last email sent by Zero. And here is the word from Zero himself. 'Mrs. Davis. These images and evidence demonstrate that Felix and Marcel were acquainted prior to the founding of AMA Entertainment. And for the final image, I discovered that Felix is Marcel's assistant, although no one is aware of this yet.'

I replied, pushing past him without waiting for permission. His apartment was dark except for the glow of multiple monitors illuminating the walls in a cold blue light. Cables ran across the floor like veins. Screens flickered with data, code cascading endlessly. His name was Felix. He shut the door behind me. “You said it was urgent.” “It is.” He motioned toward a chair. I didn’t sit. “I need everything on Alexander,” I said. “Every record. Every erased file. I want his past dug up like a corpse.”

"If that is your real name." Waylon sighs, looking bored; he is a phenomenal actor. "What do you want, Felix?" "I just wanted to introduce you to our new guard, Christian Ball," Felix says. Waylon looks like he wants to laugh, hiding it behind a cough. "Nice to meet you, Ball." "I just told Christian my theory," Felix boasts. "He believes me." Waylon quirks an eyebrow. "Really? Then he's as dumb as he is pretty, just like you."

The moment she said that, several people turned toward the right side of the hall. A man in his fifties sat there with a few scholars and technical experts. He wore simple formal clothes and had a calm face. I had heard of him before. Mr. Felix was well known in the wolf-tech field. He had helped several packs decode old devices and repair damaged code systems. “Mr. Felix was my teacher for a while,” Lilian said. “We are close, so I believe he won’t refuse to help me with something small.” Some people looked impressed.

"Felix's name was in those files." The name lands in the room. Felix. Kael's former trusted friend. The archivist. The name we have been circling toward since the Purists first appeared at our perimeter. Kael looks at Cael's still form and then looks back at me. "He has been there the whole time," he says. "Waiting."

Just getting by, wanting to take on everything day by day. As I exhaled another puff of smoke from my mouth, I walked closer to the other Omegas and tried to amuse myself with their ramblings. Hoping that their lives would distract me from thinking about her. Felix is a wolf shifter like myself. While Chase is a bear shifter. Hence the nickname, teddy bear, which he hates by the way. "Well, I'm single again." Felix announced it as if the newspaper’s hottest news. But based on his reputation with the ladies, Chase and I aren’t surprised anymore. “If you have cousins or lonely lady friends, tell them to come to me.”

Sure, he knew that bastard Felix was scummy, but he didn't think that he would be daring enough to sell the pack out to a spy. His eyes glinted. He was already unhappy from what Lena said to him, but he still couldn't help wanting to get revenge for her. She assured him that day that he didn't approach her again, but he couldn't be reassured until he had clipped Felix's wings. His fingers danced over the screen, and after a moment, it showed that he had sent those files to Tristan's private mail.