Patrol Stories Novels & Stories

“I’m a royal guard, patrolling this region. Any signs of dangerous creatures are relevant to my report… so I’ll need you to tell me more.” They exchanged nervous glances. “Just hunter talk, sir. Nothing serious. Just old stories.” “Old stories?” I repeated, forcing a smile. “Good. Then go ahead and tell them.” I stopped smiling. “Tell me everything. Otherwise... the royal patrol may have to conduct a full inspection around here. And nobody wants that, right?” The tension in the air shifted immediately.

"They don't even try to lure patrols away." "No." "They just..." I search for the right word. "...watch." Marcus exhales slowly. "I don't like it." "Neither do I." Ben points toward one report. "There was one interesting detail." I pick it up again. "What am I looking for?" "Second page." I turn it over. "There." One patrol reported seeing one rogue repeatedly looking toward the pack lands instead of the patrol itself. I read the sentence twice. "He wasn't watching the warriors." "No." "He was looking past them."

she said as she request I leave her alone. After that I was only allowed to patrol and excluded from anything that had to be dangerous. I was only excuse to do a night patrol I didn't complain on that it was better than normal patrolling and giving people parking ticket. I was patrolling the streets and got a call from Calvin I answered it while inspecting the building. "What do you want? " I whispered. "so how's your day? " he asked. "This isn't a great time at the moment I'm doing night patrol, it sucks." I stated.

Each patrol is made of pairs or groups of three, which has been a problem lately. I walk over to the board and study the schedule. We make it at the beginning of every month, but now we’ll need to change things. “These two- and three-man patrols aren’t going to cut it anymore,” Brandon says, mirroring my thoughts. When I look at my Gamma, I instantly see Logan’s face. The pair of brothers resemble each other, and I have to look away to force my thoughts away from Logan to focus. I don’t have time to be distracted.

She summoned Ellen and two other senior officers to hear reports on recent patrols and to finalize a new rotation schedule. Once the meeting adjourned, she signaled Anilo to stay behind and shut the door. The Royal Patrol was a landmine that had been buried for a long time, and it was reaching its breaking point. The squad was packed with arrogant noble Alphas who drew massive salaries and spent their time bullying ordinary guards. When there was glory to be had, they fought to be at the front; when a mission got dangerous, they hid in the back with fine wine, letting others risk their lives.

It felt like paper over glass. “This isn’t funny,” Tricia added, glancing around. “It’s not a story anymore. It’s getting closer.” “Rogues have always been around,”Rowan said. “This isn’t new.” “But bodies being dragged back?” she countered. “That’s new.” I leaned forward. “How weren’t the patrol teams aware?” I asked. The question came out steadier than I felt. “How far away was it from all the teams? Someone should’ve heard something. A struggle. A howl.”

"What do they want?" “Territory,” Brant said, exhaling hard. “Same as always. We’ve got richer land. Their winter’s coming earlier this year. You know how that goes.” Of course. Of fucking course. There was a part of me that wanted to rip something apart. Fighting came easier than talking. It always had. "How many patrols?" “Three sightings in the last week. No direct confrontations yet.” I stood and walked to the window behind my desk, hands clasped behind my back. Outside, the pack members milled around the village square. Families, and warriors. Children chasing one another, laughing.

He finally said quietly. “Hold up! Wait a minute! A single girl stole that from you while you were at our meeting? You mean to tell me that your patrol was so shitting that a single girl was able to penetrate your walls and steal stuff then sneak away without being caught!? Please tell me that is what happened!” I talked about dying with laughter. Fucking deserved it if this was true. His story seemed false all of a sudden. I almost felt relief that this couldn’t be happening. “Fuck you! Just do the job!” He screamed. I could see his face now.

Maybe while crawling under the barbwire fence or climbing the fire wall, she was also covered in mud and small cuts. To top it all off, she was thirsty and hungry. She rested her hand on her stomach to stop it from making any embarrassing sounds. "Patrol." Kane announced. Hayley opened her eyes to look up at him, her breath caught at the way the sun was outlining his frame. "Patrol?" She questioned, she had no problem with that. Patrol meant being a part of the court guards. It was an important job that paid a lot. "Well done Scrat," Gunther took her hand and gave it a high five.

Most of the patrols are only 3 people total but now that we will have more wolves available we will be increasing the size of the patrols as well as the frequency of them. "Alright so for you men, we have done this patrol hundreds of times. We are going to take the perimeter down to the creek and then take the long way around. We will all spread out in twos and do a sweep. Keep with your partner at all times and there should be no issue. Since we have an odd number of wolves I will be going in between partners to check on everyone. Now, partners are going to be one male and one female. Men, make sure that you are showing your partner what all to look out for. If I find any of you not being n