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Chapter 339 The Missing Warriors 

Lady Flourish POV 

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Rhys called me into the F-Tech security room less than ten minutes after Damian’s message came through. 

I found him at the central console with three archive windows open, his sleeves rolled up and a list of names spread across the screen. 

“Damian asked me to trace the person who opened the dead warrior’s file,” he explained. “While checking the access logs, I found something else.” 

He turned the screen toward me. The first page contained names, pack affiliations, and dates of reported deaths or disappearances. 

Several entries had been marked inactive years ago, yet their associated credentials had been used to access dormant pack systems within the past month. 

“How many?” I asked. 

“Seven confirmed so far. I’m checking the remaining records.” 

I leaned closer to the screen. The names came from different packs, and the dates stretched across several years. 

Some wolves had died during border clashes. Others had disappeared during patrols, while a few had been reported missing after leaving their territories without permission. 

“Could someone have stolen their credentials?” 

“That was my first thought.” Rhys opened another window. “But some of these accounts required more than a password. They used old pack authentication codes, bloodline verification, or a physical token issued to senior warriors.” 

“Could those tokens have been recovered after their deaths?” 

“Yes, but the records show that several were officially destroyed. Others were listed as lost with the missing warriors.” 

I checked the dates again. One account had accessed a system three days earlier, while another had been used the previous night. 

Whatever was happening, it had not ended with the death report of the former Stonehedge operative. 

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“Show me what they accessed.” 

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Rhys brought up the system activity. Most of the entries involved dormant communication channels, old patrol databases, and security networks that had been shut down after their packs changed leadership. 

None of the accounts had accessed financial records or ordinary personal files. 

“They’re looking for operational information,” I said. 

“Mostly. I found requests for old border maps, patrol schedules, and records of pack movements. Some systems rejected the requests because the accounts no longer had valid authority.” 

“And the successful ones?” 

He opened a separate list. “They accessed information that was never fully removed from the network. The systems were deactivated, but the records remained available to anyone with the correct credentials.” 

I looked at him. “Whoever is using these accounts knows what was left behind.” 

Rhys nodded. “And they know which old systems are still connected.” 

My wolf stirred at the thought of strangers moving through pack records without being detected. I pressed my palm against the edge of the desk and kept reading. 

“They are inside our systems,” she warned. 

I agreed, but the records offered no proof that the missing wolves were alive. 

Someone could have collected their credentials, copied their authentication codes, or gained access to equipment that should have been destroyed. 

I would not turn suspicion into fact simply because the pattern frightened me. 

“Can you trace the access points?” I asked. 

“I’ve started. The requests came through several relay stations, most of which belong to old pack networks. Two routes passed through systems maintained by F-Tech, but that doesn’t mean the users were physically near our facilities.” 

“Has anyone altered the original records?” 

“Not that I can see. The activity logs are intact, and the archived death reports haven’t been changed.” 

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I pulled up the names of the seven wolves. Their packs had no obvious connection to one another. 

They came from different territories, had served under different Alphas, and had disappeared under separate circumstances. 

If someone had gathered them, it had happened outside the relationships recorded in our network. 

“Contact the affected packs,” I said. “Quietly. Ask them to verify the status of each wolf and whether any family member or former commander still holds their old credentials.” 

Rhys began making notes. 

“Don’t tell them we believe the wolves are alive,” I added. “Tell them we found unauthorized activity linked to inactive accounts. We need their records before we give them a conclusion.” 

“And Damian?” 

“He needs the full list. Send him the confirmed access dates and the systems involved, but separate the facts from what we suspect.” 

Rhys forwarded the report to Damian’s secure channel. A few seconds later, his phone rang. He checked the caller and answered on speaker. 

“Damian, we have seven inactive accounts with recent activity,” he said. “The names belong to wolves reported dead or missing. Flourish is reviewing the pack connections now.” 

“Any link to the Stonehedge operative?” Damian asked. 

“We haven’t established one beyond the same type of access. I’m tracing the routes and checking the original records.” 

“Keep it contained. No pack-wide alert until we know whether the activity is connected.” 

“I agree,” I said. “If someone is using these identities, a general warning could tell them we’ve noticed.” 

Damian paused before answering. “Send me the names. I want our own missing and deceased warrior records checked against them.” 

“We’ll start now.” 

The call ended, and Rhys sent Damian the complete list. I opened F-Tech’s internal archive and searched for similar activity among the systems we maintained for partner packs. The results were incomplete, but three additional accounts had attempted to access dormant records. Two belonged to wolves whose deaths had been confirmed. 

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The third belonged to a warrior who had vanished during a routine patrol and had never been found. 

I added the entries to the report. The numbers were growing, and the same kind of access kept appearing across separate territories. 

“This isn’t just one dead warrior’s account,” I said. 

Rhys moved beside me to inspect the new results. “It could be someone building a collection of old credentials.” 

“Or someone is gathering wolves who officially no longer exist.” 

Neither explanation proved the warriors were alive. Still, the pattern raised a question we could not ignore. 

If an enemy had recruited missing wolves, it could move people between packs without triggering the usual searches, and those wolves might still possess training, access codes, and knowledge of their former territories. 

I looked at the list again. Their names had been removed from active duty, their pack bonds were recorded as severed or lost, and their families had been given reports that closed the searches. Whoever had done this could have spent years collecting people no one expected to see again. 

“Find every account connected to these names,” I told Rhys. “Then check whether the same systems were accessed before the first reported death.” 

He started the search. 

As the records loaded, a new entry appeared at the top of the screen. It showed an access attempt made that morning, using the credentials of a wolf who had been declared dead six 

years ago. 

This time, the request had come from inside a protected F-Tech network. 

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