Watch From Wonder Woman Novels & Stories

“Miles, can you stop overreacting? Do you really think Ash would ever hurt me?” Wynnie’s impatient low growl pulled me back from the shock of my second life. The commotion caught the attention of the rest of our team. “Ms. Lynn, it looks like that electronic watch on your wrist didn’t get reported?” An observant teammate pointed out, noticing the brand-new watch on Wynnie’s wrist. Wynnie frowned and answered, “That’s a personal gift I received. There’s no need to report it.”

“The seals are gone. The old barriers fell when the goddess fractured. This isn’t an accident.” “I know it’s not.” Another voice cuts in, low and shaking. “They’re filming.” I turn. One of the watchers no, not a watcher anymore. A witness. His hands tremble as he holds a device I barely recognize anymore, because it feels small now. Useless. And yet powerful in a way even gods must respect. “Stop,” I tell him. “I can’t,” he says. “It’s everywhere already. Live feeds. News. Panic.” Fear tastes bitter in the air. It coils. It grows.

I couldn’t imagine how she raised them alone at such a young age. “Why do you keep staring at Mommy, Papa?” “Stop asking, Savinna.” “I just want to know, Mom. He can’t take his eyes off you right now.” "It's because I feel like I'm looking at Wonder Woman." I kept my eyes on Angel, and our gazes met when she suddenly looked at me.

No unnecessary detail. Black tactical straps circled her bare arms. Not decoration. Mobility. The kind of outfit made for drawing a weapon without hesitation. A red warning light flashed across the tactical watch on her wrist. Rows of unstable data rolled over the screen. Depth pressure. Seismic movement. Pulse activity. Something deep underground was moving again. Far below Manhattan. The old thing had started breathing. Vivienne glanced down once. Then shut the display against her wrist and kept walking. Not important right now.

At the very tip was a depression, a focusing dish. Kairi and I stood there, panting, the fate of everything balanced on this pinpoint. Below, Silas’s dissonant roar was beginning to falter. The Wraiths had not returned; Maia had bought us our moment. “Together,” Kairi said, his hand finding mine. I held up the glowing rune. It was time to send our message. But as I focused on the key, on the pure frequency of our intent to survive, to fight, I felt a familiar coldness at the edge of my perception. The Watchers. They had detected the power surge from the spire.

I looked away as my lips curled into a slight smile. Then, just as I was letting my own eyes rest, the camera panned to a reflection in the mirror. A woman’s face. Pale skin, hollow eyes, black hair slick with something wet. Her mouth stretched wider and wider until it cracked at the cheeks, revealing jagged teeth and a gurgling scream. Even I jolted a little. I turned my head towards Ajax. He hadn’t made a sound, but I caught it—his breath hitched. Barely a second, but there. His eyes flickered toward the screen and then away, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. A vein in his neck twitched.

To be honest, I had seen it so often that it didn't surprise me anymore. Sure enough, Hailey started listing my crimes. "All I did was give him a watch. How dare you threaten him? Apologize to him right now, or I'm going to demote you!" Without waiting for my response, she dialed Jaxon's number and put the call on speaker. I could barely say a word before he started his wounded act. "I'm the one who should apologize, Ms. Miller. I shouldn't have accepted your gift if it was going to make Mr. Chase so mad. I'll return the watch. Please just tell Mr. Chase to stop targeting me at work."

But understand something clearly. Her gaze moved across them. Holding costs energy. And energy must be restored. She felt the truth of that in her muscles. We rotate watch tonight. No heroics. No proving. A few faint smiles surfaced at that. Strength is not shown by who refuses rest. The woman’s eyes paused briefly on her. She did not look away. The day passed under quiet watchfulness. Tasks continued, but attention flicked often toward the western horizon. Children remained closer to the inner circle. Tools were stored within reach.

My fingers swiped across the screen, one after another. Sometimes by the entrance to the meeting hall. Sometimes by the celebration bonfire. Sometimes at the blessing ceremony. Every year at the Elder Gathering, they stood together. The earliest photo was dated five autumns ago, tagged with a location. The caption read, "Thanks to Alpha Liam for the invite. First time at a pack gathering." I zoomed in on the photo. His first love, Sophia, wore a silver-grey gown, a color reserved only for Lunas.