Medic X Scout Novels & Stories

*** Cullen POV The scout is proving useless. He hacked the system at Blackstone and didn’t find Rebel’s medical records. Maybe they put in under a different name, who knows? Unless, Ceraline can report back with something useful, I’m not sure how easy it will be to take Rebel down and bend her to my will.

Sweat, mostly, and a note of whiskey—bar rot and regret, seeping out of the pores. A low whistle—pack sign, not the wind. I freeze, hand up, and the team locks in behind me. The scout is ahead, barely visible against the trunk of a fallen pine, crouched and motionless. I ease forward, low to the ground, and join him at the edge of a shallow ravine.

The atmosphere was crisp and saturated, holding a high probability of immediate precipitation, and as our mounts breached the boundary lines of the plains, my olfactory filters absorbed the heavy scent of crushed damp foliage covering the vast expanses of wild grass. "This will be the final clear weather window for this operational cycle, Alpha Heir, according to my telemetry," the scout observed. I noticed his scanning optics continuously sweeping the horizon, monitoring for physical hazards, unaligned rogue hounds, or unverified sensory signatures. It was his primary directive to preserve my physical safety, and my system appreciated his defensive layer, even as my inner wolf chafed agains

"No true alpha will want a she-wolf who continually doubts her own scent." The Lead Scout always gives a strong, unyielding answer, and this sun is no different. He uses a roundabout path to point out that my current spirit is too small and broken. At the same time, his tongue avoids answering my difficult question by playing Tai Chi around it. It is not a matter of whether his own beast desires a female like me. Instead, in my current wounded state, no male would hunt for a partner who looks at her own fur with such shame. My mind almost forgot his rank inside the Vale Media Group; he rules both the Artists and the PR scouts. His responses are always unquestionable, leaving no room for anot