The penthouse didn't feel like a home the next morning; it felt like a military bunker.
Elara sat at the massive glass dining table, surrounded by glowing monitors. She had traded her velvet gown for an oversized Lyon Olympiques sweatshirt, her hair tied in a messy knot. Sitting across from her was Felix, the youngest member of the Pack and their resident cybersecurity specialist.
"They bounced the email through a proxy chain," Felix muttered, his fingers flying across his mechanical keyboard. "Seven different servers across three continents. The onion routing is thick, Luna. Trying to trace the origin IP is like trying to find a specific drop of water in the ocean."
Elara stared at the three surveillance photos on the screen, her mind working through the logic.
"We aren't looking f
