Sitara Watch Dogs 2 Novels & Stories

he muttered scornfully and stormed out of the guard room without taking a second look at his mother. Luna Katherine walked in gorgeously and sat regally before me. She looked at me in my pathetic state and said nothing. "You shouldn't have started this when you knew there was no way out. I took you in and preserved your life. I can decide to kill you and you will be gone like ashes. If you are gone, Stanley will be relieved from the mate bond. He will be free to choose out of the hundreds of girls who are dying to have him and he will be able to protect his position as the next Alpha. Do not dare me! Making you disappear is a piece of cake. I give you three days to decide….my daughter," Luna

They all nodded. An hour later, we were parked outside Anastasia's apartment building. The lights were on in her penthouse, which was good. But there were also two unfamiliar cars parked nearby. “Watchers,” Dmitri said, studying the cars through binoculars. “Can you see inside her apartment?” I asked. “Barely. There's movement, but I can't tell if it's her or someone else.” “I'm going up. If I'm not back in ten minutes, call for backup.”

It had slowed down their mission in numerous ways not to mention he just hated the stuff. “I went ahead and notified the tracking team closest to the old pack township to keep their eyes peeled.” Sierra explained as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, letting Lucas drive. “So far they haven’t seen anything suspicious or out of character. Hopefully the presence of the forensic teams at the site are keeping them at bay if they are going that way.” “Unlikely. The feral came all the way up to the house where there were dozens of werewolves and vampires that could have spotted it.” Lucas pointed out. “Whoever it is doesn’t seem to care about getting caught or whether there are other

Just the promise of something growing between them. But the moment didn’t last. A sudden sound shattered the stillness. A distant crash echoed from somewhere outside the estate. Damien stiffened instantly. Aria felt it too. Her wolf rose sharply inside her mind. “What was that?” she whispered. Damien was already moving. “Stay here.” He crossed the room quickly and opened the door. Jay was already sprinting down the hallway. “Boss!” Damien stepped out. “What happened?” Jay’s expression was grim. “Two guards at the south gate are down.”

They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike. "Unauthorized asset detection," the lead construct announced, its voice synthesized through a high-fidelity speaker that rattled the glass panels of the transit platform. "Serial number #3, Zora Vane. You are currently operating under a secondary liquidation decree. Stand down and present the infant for structural reclamation." Dante let out a low, concussive rumble from the depths of his mutated lungs, his great front paws tearing deep grooves into the reinforced concrete of the plaza. The violet fir

she said coldly. She checked the diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist. Twenty-five minutes had passed. She took a deep, steadying breath, her shoulders dropping, her face instantly smoothing back into the soft, fragile expression of the submissive daughter. She clasped her hands meekly in front of her dress. "The watchdog is waiting," Isabella whispered, her voice returning to that fragile, soft melody. "Let's not make the Ghost suspicious." In the garage, Dante was watching the countdown on his screen when the security door clicked open exactly at the twenty-nine-minute mark.

of a courier. I was on my feet before the sound had even finished, my wolf surging to the surface. I gently transferred Maya’s head from my arm to a rolled-up blanket, my movements precise and silent. Elara was already up, her hand darting to the tablet she kept docked on the server crate. "Someone’s at the secondary gate," Elara said, her eyes scanning the scrolling green code. "One person. No weapons detected. No Alpha signature." "Malakai?" I called out.

In the last year, none of these scouting wolves had made it farther than one hundred yards into pack land before being captured and ripped apart by my warriors. I clicked on a tab that contained footage from the eastern perimeter cameras and reviewed the videos marked Flagged: Potential Breach. I saw nothing - absolutely nothing. The tree branches in view were still and the night vision lens made it clear that no animals or Selenian wolves had set off the alarms. I leaned against the back of my stool and massaged my temples. Reed's paranoia must be rubbing off on me . Opening my email, I typed a message to the director of technical support. "Cameras 4E, 5E, and 6E need to be serviced immedia

No 911, no SOS, no cavalry tonight. Back at the watch house, the command center buzzed low—banks of monitors, thermal cams, encrypted radios. A tech—young, twitchy, called “Sparks”—frowned at his station, green glow bathing his face. “Uh, sir?” he called, voice cracking as he tapped the screen. “We just lost—”