INVESTIGATION

Rosalind Roderick, a vision of golden sunlight, shone bright with a radiant glow. Her hair, a wild tangle of gold, cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues, framing her heart-shaped face with a soft, ethereal light.

Her blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires in the morning dew, shone bright with a mischievous glint, a hint of her quick wit and sharp intellect. Her fair skin, smooth and unblemished, glowed with a soft, pearlescent sheen, as if kissed by the moon itself.

Her slender fingers, deft and precise, danced across the keyboard with a speed and accuracy that belied her age. Her eyes gleam with a fierce intensity as she worked her magic, a white hacker extraordinaire, unraveling secrets and weaving digital spells with ease.

Rosalind's determination burned bright as she sat in front of her computer, her mind fixed on finding the mysterious wolf she had met the night they transformed. She recalled the vehicle number - a crucial clue that had stuck with her. Laura's vehicle n