Epic Scout Novels & Stories

The pack froze, their eyes snapping toward the forest. “Stay here,” Eli said, motioning for Lyla and Dani to follow him. They found the source of the growl a few moments later: a Blackwood scout stumbling through the trees, his body battered and his fur streaked with blood. He collapsed at Eli’s feet, shifting back into his human form with a pained groan. “What happened?” Eli demanded, crouching beside him. “Kane,” the scout rasped. “He’s regrouping. His forces are stronger than ever, and he’s gathering something something powerful.”

His fingers lingered, a vow in every touch—she was his fire, his fight. Luna purred, fierce. He’s stone, Sam—plan, move, strike. Sam’s green eyes flashed, staff steady, voice firm. “Scouts, Kev. We don’t sit—whatever’s out there, we find it first.” Her tattoo flared, Luna urging—Lead, Sam, hunt it. She turned, eyes sweeping the pack. “Mara, Jasper, pick your teams. Lila, sketch the ridge trails—every cave, every path. Cora, what do you see?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We have an amazing morning with her grandpa, he's amazing makes me wish I had known my own grandpa. We then drive to my parents beach house, I go outside first begging her to stay in the car and then I set us a picnic by the beach. Sofi loves pizza so I get her favorite flavors and her favorite sodas. "This is amazing," she says sitting down. "Who knew the Noah I met just months ago is romantic." She adds playfully. "Oh I'm not romantic, you make me this way." I say gently pecking her cheek. She blushes deeply at my words and we put on music listening to Travis Scott while we eat.

The lead scout was pale, his hands shaking as he spoke. “There are...scouts.” “And?” “They have a report...” “Then get them here.” Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, I was about to hit the roof. And also to commit patricide. Freaking Argadon. What a bastard! That was a real set-up!

I couldn’t be the one who stood between the world and the void that the scout described. I pulled my arm from his grip, panic rising in my chest. “Where are the others?” I demanded. “The ones who can help me? Lucien... the new Alpha... where are they? I need them now.” “There’s no time,” the scout replied, his eyes wide with terror. "No time. They’ve already begun to move." His voice faltered, and I could see the faint trace of tears in his eyes. "They’re closer than you think. And when they find you..." He didn’t finish the sentence, his words trailing off into the silence that had settled like a heavy fog.

Even rest feels structured now, like survival has become a discipline instead of instinct. Then— The quiet breaks. A scout stumbles into the clearing. He is injured. Breathing hard. Eyes wide in a way that does not belong to exhaustion alone. “Report,” Kael says immediately, stepping forward. The scout tries to speak, but his voice cracks first. “We found… something… in the north…” Aria steps closer. “What?” she asks. The scout swallows hard. His next words come slowly, as if he is afraid they will become real once spoken.

The first scout arrived to let us know Dylan's warriors had started to move east, making their way to the crazy old Alpha’s camp. Thanks to Gavin's intel, we knew exactly where to head and when. The second scout arrived as we were starting to move out, he had come from the other camp, he wasn’t in a good way. Enyo catches the scout as he shifts back, covered in wounds that didn’t like they were healing.

The healer pushed forward, but the scout clawed weakly at the earth, forcing himself upright as if his body refused to die until the words left his mouth. His gaze lifted. It locked onto Ronan. Then it flicked to the elders. Then, finally, it landed on Morrigan. His expression twisted, not with fear, but with something worse. Betrayal. “Stop…” the scout rasped. Elder Soren stepped forward, impatient. “This is sacred ground. Remove him.” The scout coughed again, blood staining his lips. “No,” he choked out. “I have to." Morrigan’s voice remained calm. “He is delirious,” she said gently. “The poor wolf is injured.”

Marco’s POV I looked around at the scouts, waiting for someone to step forward with a suggestion. It was essential that we not only successfully rescue Scarlett but also have a clear escape plan to get her and ourselves safely out of the Swiftclaw camp. One of the scouts, a young and agile warrior named Rook, stepped forward. "I might have an idea for the escape route," he said, his voice steady despite the weight of responsibility. "Please, share your plan," I encouraged, eager to hear his thoughts.

The scout who know from Aurelia that the thing in the police hand is a weapon called a gun thought that it was a challenge so he beat up the polices too. The police who got beaten up to a pulp push an emergency signal button and call for reinforcement, then the special police force comes and starts to surround the scout. The fight broke out, the police special force got beaten up and the hunt began as the scout started to feel annoyed and flew up to the sky.