روايات وقصص ضمن Characters Of Watch Dogs 2

Lights from nowhere were beginning to flash, and he heard screams echo in his mind. He would get his revenge. He would shed his identification code of Gryaz E-009, and he would be called by his actual name. His real name: Red_Two.

Every cell in his body screamed danger. He rolled his eyes only to see the second guy standing next to him. He did not look at Creed and kept gazing at the Maira. His arms and biceps were chiseled. Eyes and hair dark, but had a mole on his chin and a deep scar on his neck stretching all the way to his chest. He had a pair of black daggers dangling to his waist. Creed noticed that even though these weapons were real weapons and not Soul Armas, yet their presence was as dominating as the Soul-Armas.

“But first, I need to show you something.” She turned her laptop in my direction, showing me what appeared to be surveillance footage of the woods outside the mansion gates. “What is this?” I asked, frowning at the screen. “Keep watching, you’ll find out in a bit.” I came closer to the desk to have a better look at the screen and that was when I noticed it…two wolves, circling around the area, sniffing the ground all around as if they were trying to get a scent. Damien and Emilio.

“Think you can just take my property? She’s my Luna. Bond’s done.” “Bond ain’t sealed till she wants it,” the rogue next to Kai shot back, voice smooth with a teasing edge, playful even in this shitstorm. He shifted fluid—lean wolf to man with messy brown hair, green eyes sparkling mischief, crooked grin out of place here. Ryder. He winked at me quick—flirty, bold—body still coiled for blood. The third rogue—big, dark-haired, silent type—shifted last. Jax. Gray eyes stormed on me, fierce protectiveness that prickled my skin. No words. Just stepped up, muscles bunching, planting between me and Thorne’s guards like a wall.

Standing in front of the console was a familiar figure, his white silk coat hanging loose over his shoulders, his long silver hair tied back neatly from his forehead. Malakai Wolfe was alive, his left arm encased in a black, cybernetic brace that hissed with pneumatic pressure whenever his fingers moved over the keyboard. The scar from Kaden's jaw strike was a dark, purple line across his throat, but his pale grey eyes held the same cold, absolute arrogance that had defined him on the mountain.

Pack protocol required the Beta to be present for all diplomatic arrivals, but something deeper was pulling me forward—an instinct I didn't understand but couldn't ignore. The first vehicle's doors opened to reveal Alpha Sebastian Howling Ridge—a tall, lean man with silver-streaked hair and the kind of quiet authority that spoke to decades of successful leadership. Beside him emerged Luna Madison, a striking woman with dark hair and intelligent brown eyes that immediately began assessing their surroundings. From the second vehicle came a mountain of a man who had to be Gamma Caleb, his friendly demeanor couldn't quite hide the warrior's awareness in his stance. After he emerged from the SUV

Jade Pinkerton's pov Crouching in the shadows, I watched two individuals, dressed in all black, one of whom had a rifle slung over their shoulder, as they stepped out from the vegetation. “They're male and have normal wolves,” Senay informed me. “Told you we would eventually get the asshole,” the first man chuckled. A sour taste came to my mouth as my eyes narrowed at the bastard. “Put a bullet in his head so we can drag his corpse to the Alpha for the reward,” the other one growled.

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything