Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 66 - Fiddling With Her Phone

Chapter 66: Chapter 66 - Fiddling With Her Phone
I focus on my phone, swiping through the
basic
apps. There was an app with a ’crosshair’ icon that I can’t seem to
access
without ’credentials’.
After a few moments of thought, I consider that it is
probably
the network of hunter’s specialized software. Maybe a simple private ’message board’ or something even more
complex
?
It just really looks and feels like
something
from that ’spy’ drama or thriller stuff that this body had read in the past. I make a mental note to check the
journal
for information later.
The ’browser’ icon seems
familiar
enough from memories. I tap it, and a blank
search
field appears.
> What to look for first? <
I hesitate before typing
werewolves
. Something feels wrong about searching for such information on a
hunter’s phone
.
Besides, with two other werewolves sitting nearby... it feels
silly
. Like
tempting
fate.
No, that’s not
good enough
for me to not do it. Perhaps like
choosing
to read a book about foxes outside of the histories I was made to learn, while sitting in the middle of my kind.
And if we want to go the human route... maybe reading a
psychology
or
anthropology
text in the middle of a crowd.
Sufficiently
dissuaded
, I type [Vossden history] and wait as the screen fills with links. Tapping on the first result, which appears to be from the city’s
official website
, I see some pictures of the cityscape.
The text itself is
dry
but informative. Founded officially in 1862 as a settlement that grew after a
silver mining
boom.
Rather, it seems to have been two places that
merged
into one. A then untitled set of buildings that was designed more as a
trade hub
and stopover... and then the [Silverton] that still has its name on many locations in the city.
Which was a
shanty-town
of miners.
I can’t help but notice the
founder
and mayor has the last name Voss - just like the Alpha
nipping
at the heels to my heart. Surely it could be a coincidence.
At present time, it is considered a
moderately
sized city known for technology and healthcare sectors. Especially
Lunarizon Industries
.
Nothing about its
supernatural
inhabitants, of course. That
history
remains carefully hidden from human eyes.
Next, I search for the name of Kyrie’s company and find myself looking at a sleek
corporate webpage
dominated by whites and pale oranges. It appears to be involved in everything from
medical research
to telecommunications to ’sustainable’ energy.
Whatever that means... ah!
I open a new tab and type frantically. The definition of the term tells me enough to know that I won’t
really understand
without deeper research.
But it served its purpose to
distract
me until I
calmed
down.
> So, let’s just ignore that happened and go back to see if there are any more... I mean, learning more about... shut up! <
My wolf looks at how
calm
I am and
snorts
.
The section I’d quickly closed before searching about energy production methods featured a professional
photograph of her
. Taken in what looks like that
same white suit
I met her in.
Looking every bit the powerful CEO and beautiful,
domineering
presence. I quickly navigate away again, unwilling to
dwell
on her image.
Unwilling to
test
how one performs a ’screenshot’. Helene
had
seen Chad do it before, so I know these devices can...
No!
My
practical
side takes over and I search [cheap motels Vossden] to see what options exist for me to try tonight. The results are
mixed...
some of the places look as bad as the Starlight Suites.
Others seem nicer but a lot more
expensive
. Still, I make mental notes of a few possibilities and their
rough locations
on my system map.
> Besides, with the phone I can always look this up again later. No more rote memorization! <
The stern Pineheart sighs
loudly
from her seat, clearly annoyed by how long we’ve been waiting. I glance up briefly before returning to my exploration, for I’ve already lost interest in using her to
have fun
teasing someone.
When I discover the settings menu, I get
absorbed
in the display options.
Dark mode
seems like it eases eye strain, so I toggle it on.
Several minutes go by as I try adjusting text size and testing different
wallpaper
options. The default is replaced with a scene that reminds me,
painfully
, of home.
Colorful silks
and the busy landscapes of sandstone looking buildings. No wandering beast shifters in the
market scene
, so it isn’t entirely accurate.
> But it’s close enough, Vrika. This is what life was like outside of the palace. <
My wolf barks once in acknowledgment of my nostalgia. My
homesickness
.
It shares with me some
vague
memories of forests and caves in return. Hunting with packmates.
Fragmentary and
old
. Older than its time with Helene.
> I see. Thank you for trying to comfort me. <
On a whim, I tap the messaging app to see how it looks with the new text sizes - but I’m reminded of my
brief exchanges
with Kyrie. I quickly navigate away from that conversation and open a
blank
one.
Finding the ’emoji’ in the keyboard, these
tiny pictographs
fascinate me for a while. Who decided humans needed hundreds and hundreds of different ways to express emotions through
caricatures
?
Then there are the many others that are representative of objects and things. Some make
intuitive sense
, while others leave me
completely baffled
.
Like this
purple
... fruit?
Vegetable
?
Searching deep in her memories, I came up with the name ’eggplant’. What
purpose
could sending this to
another person
even serve?
Continuing to explore message settings, I noticed a ’location’ sending option. It prints a
string of numbers
that reminds me a little of how the side of the system map looks, before | Survivor’s Wisdom |
simplified
it for me..
Decimals and other
math symbols
pressed together tightly until it looks gibberish to me. But it’s interesting that it can use these to pinpoint a spot on the map.
Even if I’m not sure I’d ever
intentionally
share
where I am
with someone else.
"Ms. Lomdi?"
A woman in
light blue scrubs
called from a doorway, her eyes scanning the waiting room. I raised my hand slightly and she nodded at me with a smile.
"This way, please. I’m to take care of some of your first data intake while the doctor is busy."
She was
human
- I could tell immediately from her scent. But neither of the two next to me
reacted strangely
, so I followed her through the door into a short hallway.
One side
lined
with rooms numbered and marked [Examination]. I’m brought to the end of the hall and an open doorway.
Up close, I see she is middle-aged, with
sandy blonde hair
pulled back in a bun. And a
name tag
that read [Nancy].
I really
love
these things. Should I start wearing one with
my name
on it?
> No, I like saying my name too much and people would stop asking. What, don’t look at me like that! <