Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON POV As the days passed, news of rogue activity began to circulate. Fedora couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to help, to contribute in some way. However, Lorcan had been preoccupied with his duties, leaving little time for them to connect. In the midst of their busy lives, she found herself missing him more than ever. She decided to talk to the senior staff of hospital to arrange a small camp near pack orders to help injured warriors. This will provide them immediate help at the time of emergency.

We weren’t just going to war on behalf of the Raven Knights pack, we were going to war because they attacked my home, my people, and took what didn’t belong to them. “What’s the plan?” Jamerson asks. I look at my right-hand man, an evil grin forming over my face. “Ride to Dynamite Al, he owes us,” I tell Jamerson, then turn to Killian who looks like an excited child, who can hardly contain himself the way he bounces on the back of his heels. “Killian, Head out to the quarry,” a desolate piece of land that was home to another rogue pack not far from us, “they owe us too.”

I walked out the door and followed Jared's scent to the east border. By the time I got there one of my two third in commands, Jake, was lying down on the floor. His best friend, my other third in command Josh, was next to him, tears in his eyes. I breathed in the scent in the air and along with the smell of Jake's blood was the scent of rogue. I turned to the smell of rogues and saw three men.

A low, deep whine rolled from its throat. Luna placed her hand on top of its head. Drew slow circles with her fingertips. Then she stood. She lifted Cain's blade down from the wall. Hung it at her waist. The engraving on the scabbard glinted with a pale silver-white under the blue light of the projector. "Move out." The first outpost was hidden inside the ventilation shaft of an abandoned tin mine. Rex smashed open the rusted iron grate with his greatsword. Wildfire pheromones surged from the soles of his boots into the mine tunnel. They flushed out two Betas from the shadows.

"Do you know someone? Someone outside the Council’s reach?" Jax stayed silent for a moment, his mind sifting through the underground contacts he’d made during his years as a rogue and a scout. A slow, hesitant nod followed. "There is one person," Jax said, his voice dropping an octave. "They call him The Weaver. He’s a tech-genius who lives off the grid in the Neutral Territory. He's a wolf but he doesn't run with a pack. He's a 'lone operator' who specializes in digital warfare.

of year—probably because of the Search and Rescue people. He hoped he and Lauren wouldn’t run into any of them. The calls he’d had Heather make this morning should result in no more untrained volunteers and amateurs out in the woods, at least. He had wanted to limit the Dadmage the rogue wolf might do as best they could. Heather had, at his request, pointed out that the man they were looking for had been missing for too long. They were probably only looking for a body, so there was no sense in risking additional lives. She’d told them about Jack —though she’d blamed a cougar—and pointed out that a storm front was moving in. The few searchers remaining were concentrating their efforts about

Not backing out. Malek spread his hands. “I told you I’ve been waiting three years for something worth doing,” he said. “A continent-wide bounty feels like progress.” I looked at each of them. Then at the first wolf behind us, silver eyes in the pale morning light, patient and old and sure. I turned toward the Greycliff boundary. “Stay close,” I said. We crossed. My phone vibrated. Unknown number. Same one that sent she didn’t leave to Zevran. Same one that sent come alone, coordinates deep in old-growth.

Safe. Mine. No more hesitation. No more restraint. Garrick had crossed the line, and I would burn the world to bring her back. ⸻ “Report!” I bellowed as I stormed into the war room. The warriors gathered there snapped to attention. Maps covered the table, already marked with hastily drawn routes and enemy sightings. My Beta, Draven, met my gaze with a grim nod. “We’ve identified the rogue trail,” Draven said, voice clipped. “They headed west toward the river pass. It’s rough terrain—slows pursuit but gives them cover.”

"Alright, boss! Message received loud and clear! I'm staying fifty feet away from your precious rogue hacker!" I don't waste time watching Jaxen retreat. My heart pounds against my ribs, a dark, heavy instinct roaring inside my wolf as I hurry out of the Varkane Syndicate headquarters into the neon-drenched downpour of Nightfall Territory. Tristan Blackmoor took my primary data drive during the ambush, but he didn't get the hard backup embedded inside my tactical gear frame.

“Aurora, have you considered seeking a dream walker? They could assist you in accessing more of your hidden memories.” I hadn't considered that, but it seemed logical. If there were additional forgotten memories, a dream walker might be the way to discover them. “That's not a bad idea,” Xander concurred. “But we must proceed cautiously. If Ryder notices Aurora is recalling things…” Just as he said that, Jaxon's phone vibrated. His face grew serious as he checked the message. “Speaking of Ryder, we've got reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. It could be a coincidence, but…”