The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey Chapter 534: Sierra Is Leaving

Thora sat in front of a computer inside the data center building and pressed the Enter key. The screen immediately displayed the complete profile of a middle-aged man.

She leaned back in her chair and slowly reviewed the information.

Just as Mona had said, her father had been a well-known biologist.

But his records abruptly ended five years earlier.

Thora frowned slightly. Her index finger moved rapidly across the keyboard as she activated top-level clearance and launched the FJS satellite system, beginning a search across the entire Blue Star.

As long as he had ever appeared above ground, the satellites would have captured him.

She tapped her fingers impatiently against the desk while waiting for the progress bar to finish loading.

At last, the loading completed, and a blue planet appeared on the screen.

The image continued zooming in and enlarging until a dark photograph finally appeared clearly before Thora.

In the photo, a middle-aged man wearing a lab coat was stepping out of a vehicle.

A man and a woman followed behind him.

The middle-aged man had his head lowered, his steps unsteady, clearly under restraint.

Even with only his side profile visible, the system accurately identified him as Mona's father, Dr. Charlie Campbell.

The photo had been taken more than four years ago, only months after Charlie's disappearance.

Aside from this single image, the system had captured no record of his movements in the years since.

Facial recognition could only filter matches from massive datasets, and this lone photo was all it produced.

Other than the time and location, no additional clues could be extracted.

Thora narrowed her eyes, her gaze settling on the two people standing behind Charlie.

The pair looked strangely familiar to her.

However, only about one fifth of their faces appeared in the image, making their features unclear.

Thora pressed several keys and enlarged the two figures.

The moment she saw them clearly, her eyes turned cold.

It was them.

The same man and woman she had fought at the counterfeit syndicate's headquarters, the two who had poisoned her with a neurotoxin and shot her.

At the same time, at an Ashwolf outpost in a foreign country.

Harvey, Ashton, Dominic, and the others sat casually on the ground, all watching Sierra as she packed her belongings as if no one else were present.

They exchanged glances but said nothing, simply observing her in silence.

With a blade of grass between his teeth, Ashton chewed lazily and said with a grin, "Leaving already? We lived together for a whole month. You could at least say goodbye.

"You did not cook or do laundry for us, but you still worked hard. On behalf of Ashwolf, I sincerely thank you."

His tone sounded carefree and unserious, yet there was no hostility in it.

Sierra merely rolled her eyes at him and continued packing without a word.

The others laughed. Alger spoke up, "Sierra, Boss clearly brought you into Ashwolf because she values you. How about you pledge a little loyalty? Maybe she will let you stay."

Alger exchanged a look with Harvey and the others, silent understanding hidden in their eyes.

Half of what he said was a test, and half was sincere. After spending a month together, they had grown rather fond of Sierra.

She spent every day among a group of rough men yet strictly stayed within her role as a 'muscle', never asking unnecessary questions.

During every mission, she simply carried out whatever task was assigned. She did not investigate, interfere, or pay attention to anyone else.

If not for the overwhelming combat strength and efficiency she displayed in battle, she would have seemed almost invisible within Ashwolf.

She showed no interest in Ashwolf and never initiated conversation. Despite Ashton's repeated attempts to probe for information, he learned nothing from her.

Ruthless and quiet, she resembled Thora in that way.

After finishing her packing, Sierra glanced calmly across the group.

The suspicion that once filled their eyes had long faded, replaced only by faint regret and subtle reluctance.

She frowned slightly, slung her backpack over her shoulder, secured her twin blades at her waist, and turned to leave under everyone's gaze.

After walking more than 30 feet, Sierra suddenly stopped.

Without turning around, she left behind two sentences. "Tell Thora Mirage Corsairs is not as simple as she thinks.

"The leader of Mirage Corsairs is Corey Booth,nicknamed 'the Priest'. Even she may not be his match.

"Corey... he isn't normal."

With that, she walked away without looking back.

Yet everyone could hear the faint tremor hidden within her voice.

They exchanged glances, their expressions gradually turning serious.

Ashton, who had been leaning against Harvey's shoulder, straightened up as well.

Harvey rose to his feet and said in a low voice, "Prepare to return to Astralis."

Everyone immediately stood, packed their gear with practiced coordination, and quickly disappeared into the forest, vanishing into the night.

There was no time to inform Thora about Sierra's departure.

But since the timing had been set by Thora herself, she had likely already expected it...