Novel & Cerita Main Character Watch Dogs 2

Welcome aboard mate, the world of your dreams and nightmares is just going to get real. . . . My thoughts are interrupted by a mindlink. And for a second I forgot everything. My third in commands words ringing in my ear as I clench my fist. "Your highness! We found the man who kidnapped the heir!" "Are you sure?" "Yes Alpha! We found the leader of hunters!" "We found Daniel!" And that's when the shit became real. "Restrain him. I am coming" Shifting into my wolf, I run towards the human town, through the forest.

The night guards were the strongest of the pack, they had great agility skills and unique properties; they weren't called Night watch dogs for nothing. I flicked off my slip-on and tip-toed towards the wall. The nearby flowers along the walls provided a good cover but it was not a wise choice. A little rustling would alert the guards. Gliding through the flower lawns, I ensured that my body did not make any impact and I continued on my tracks. I progressed slowly and cautiously until the end of the lawn was in sight. I would be out in the open and without any cover. If I get caught, the consequences will be dire and Sky? I won't even get her involved in this.

" I wanted to understand her, but the pain and betrayal were still fresh, clouding my ability to fully grasp her words. I couldn't help but wonder why fate had played such a cruel trick on me and why it had chosen Nathan to be with Veronica instead of me. The weight of the situation felt overwhelming, leaving me torn between wanting to forgive and seeking revenge. It was a battle between my heart and wounded pride as I struggled to understand the Goddess Lupa's decision. "I can't do this! I need to go," I responded as I turned away, unable to bear the sight of them any longer. My feet carried me away from the cabin and the unbearable reality of Veronica being Nathan's mate. Tears blurred my

Another guy walks up to the side of our character, like a body guard or something, he was holding a revolver pistol that had the famous and renowned viper crest on it. Cars and FJ Cruisers were scattered all around the premises, like agents on an operation, the main guards just stood on deck in case of any outburst. The difference between the main house guards and the rogues was noticeable because the main house guards all had revolver pistols and the tattoo at the side of their necks were very visible under the early morning lit environment, while the rogues looked like some high tech maniacs. The guy who stepped forward finally broke the edgy silence. "Someone broke the code and we tracked

A wall of radiating heat and pure Alpha dominance wrapped around me, paralyzing my wolf. ​"Quiet, little one," a voice rasped against my ear. It was cold and vibrated through my entire skeleton. "You’re coming with us." ​I looked up, my breath hitching. I saw a beautiful, carved face and eyes the color of a winter storm. They were heartless and captivating all at once. Noah. ​"She’s the one," another voice drifted from the trees, this one lighter, mocking, and dangerous. A second man stepped into the moonlight, a blood-stained smirk playing on his lips. Cassian.

Inside, a figure watched through polarized lenses, fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. In their ear, a voice crackled to life. > “Signal confirmed. Quinn and Rourke are both engaged.” A pause. > “Begin phase two.” The car drove away without headlights. And inside the shop, the device blinked twice — and smiled, in its own cold, silent way. 

Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the entire compound. “Main gate has two guards. Mansion has four on the porch, more inside,” Damian murmured into his mic. “Side garden is clear. Security cameras blind for the next twenty minutes. Move fast.” Through the binoculars, he caught a glimpse of movement in the second-floor window—a tall figure, broad shoulders, the familiar outline of the man they had been hunting for months. Vincent Hale. The untouchable. The man who thought the law was just another tool to buy.

Gently closing the door behind me. I walked down the hallway towards the front door, As I stepped outside and closed the door, I was met with Jay. He was already standing outside. “Nathan.” He nodded. “Stand watch Jay till I return.” I said. “Of course, I’ll watch over her with my life.” He said. I nodded, and walked away. I took off toward the pack-house, trees blurring past as the night air cut against my skin. I soon reached the house, my father and the others were already standing outside waiting for me.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

Deep rumble that vibrated through the seat and into my bones. We drove out of the compound gates. Two guards nodded at him. One had a huge German Shepherd on a short leash. The dog barked once, sharp, then sat still. I watched the gates close behind us in the side mirror. Felt something loosen in my chest for the first time in days.