Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline Novels & Stories

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

Something in my chest that has been in one position for eleven days shifts. "Vienna reported in this morning." He crosses to my desk. Sets down a single printed page with the deliberate care of someone who has thought carefully about how to deliver something. "Prague went dark yesterday. Lisbon haven't responded to three separate messages." He pauses. His voice doesn't change — he's too good for that — but something behind his eyes does. "The degradation pattern is consistent across all five bloodlines. Starts eleven days ago. Simultaneously." Another pause. "To the hour."

he muttered, cursing himself. Dom raised his eyebrows, looking back and forth between Evander and Rey. "What is it?" he asked. Evander looked up, his face etched with regret. "I gave Noah and Layla special watches, just in case of an emergency like this," Evander explained. "They have trackers in them." Dom's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say so?" he exclaimed, half-yelling in his frustration with Evander. Evander shook his head, running his hands through his hair in agitation.

Lucian’s forces had walked into green land with soldiers, wraith-touched traitors, knowledge of silver, and creatures the werewolf side was never prepared to fight. Vandwood had mocked the very bloodline that might be the only reason it survived. The thought was ugly. It was true. Ronan moved beside me, his body angled slightly in front of mine without blocking me. Protective, but not silencing. His eyes flicked over his mother, Ethan, Ingrid, Keiran, Astrid, the soldiers, the chains. I could feel the violence in him through the bond, controlled only because control was the only thing keeping people alive.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

“Leo’s loyalty was never with us. It was with Valen from the start. He’s a snake, and he’ll pay for what he’s done.” Dorian’s ears twitched at their words, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t afford distractions, not now. His warriors needed to see him as a leader, unbroken and undeterred. He exhaled slowly, forcing the pain from his wound to the back of his mind. The battlefield required focus, and focus he would give. As the first wave of Valen’s forces emerged from the mist, a low growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. Wolves of varying sizes padded forward alongside humanoid soldiers, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. These weren’t ordinary wolves; they were vicious and deadly.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

The silence was loud as we watched his bare back lean down to brush her hair from her face. Then he faced us again and continued, "He conspired with Callum and took silver Mystic; he is done with Blood Canine and targets vampire clan next." "Then we are ready for whatever he brings," my mother clenched her fist. "Vampires do not back down from a living thing." "It won't be as easy as you think," he said, walking past my mother, so we all turned to look at his back again. I, whose mind was in the gutters, swallowed hard; I could remember my fingers digging into that muscled-up shoulder for support as he rode me over pleasure.

Jai-Blynn has her suppressed, and apparently, she's counting on Kinna to save her from it. Kinna's palms finally open. Only Marelyn and I know what we glimpsed there before they disappeared. We saw symbols. In her right palm, the Celtic symbol of fire and water was joined together to form what looked like light and life. Her left palm showed us her silver blood. She's a bloodline, and she's not just any legacy werewolf, but a true Legacy, who can control both elements.