Pyro X Scout Novels & Stories

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

The fire within me burns brighter, fueling my determination and igniting my passion for the hunt. Skyler and Neo, my mates, are my constant companions in this journey. Together, we have forged an unbreakable bond, our powers intertwining and amplifying each other's strengths. We communicate without words, our minds linked in a symbiotic dance, anticipating each other's moves and acting as one.

Freya wasn’t just my sister… She was the last line of the family I had left. I swallowed the fear that was clawing at my throat. We’ll find a way. We don’t leave family behind. I whispered, more to myself than him. “No matter what it takes.” Damon looked like he wanted to say more, but before he could, a sharp, echoing howl broke the air… urgent, panicked. My blood ran cold. A scout stumbled toward us, clutching a deep wound across his side. His eyes were wide with terror. “Alpha,” he gasped, collapsing to his knees. “It’s Xavier… He’s…. he’s just summoned an emergency council.”

“Command you to change your form? Kent you just met her and she already has the power to—this was my point exactly. She was able to get you to change Kent. You can be in her power in no time. She already has a very charming aurora. I was nearly sucked in. I can't imagine what she is doing to an Alpha.” She was sending me wild. Her smell. The color of her hair, and how the blond turns into gold in the sun. I was close to wagging my tail in front of her when she asked me to change. I needed to keep away. Max was right. A Wolf Rider’s power was stronger for an Alpha. “You're right. I am going to keep away from her. I'll just ask Madeline to accompany me the next full moon and I can talk to her.

His cheeks were flush with life as he spoke, and it was almost impossible to believe that he was the very person who had been fighting for his life weeks before, kissing the edge of death. “But doesn't that put the scouts at risk?” asked Shaun, seated to my left at the edge of the meeting table. “We're trying to investigate the claims that there are rogues roaming the edge of the Southern Packs—our neighbours. We wouldn't want to send the scouts straight into danger.” “We wouldn't be. They're trained for this kind of missions. All they need to do is confirm if the news are true and report back. Even footprints are enough to prove these claims.”

I could see the nervousness on his chest so as he did not become nervous, I sat beside him. "What a lovely couple!" Akiro shouted as the women squabbled, some were slapping their friends’ shoulders. They were thrilled by Pyro's features. Akiro put the microphone on Pyro's mouth. "What's your name, Handsome?" Pyro's mouth opened and immediately closed. People should not know his name until the Full Moon. "Roro." A chuckle came out of my mouth as his husky voice said that corny name. I would not expect what he said next.

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

The boy smiled sadly, "I hate to introduce myself this way, but I'm sick of cleaning up after your emotional outbreaks." I coughed up blood as I felt the pain driving deeper into my body, gasping for air as the boy's hand quickly retreated from my body. His other hand was on my shoulder to steady me as I grew weaker. "Oh! Before I forget, the names Pyro. Say hello to the human workforce for me, will you?" He chuckled and slowly stood, a red lump in his bloody hand as he let me drop to the floor. "And I'll be keeping this.." Pyro grinned. "Sleep well 'princess'."

I'd been in the pack's territory for a few days now and they were still giving me the cold shoulder except for Scott. He was standing at the back of his cabin near a handmade wooden chopping board with the stone oven lit. He had a pile of cooked meat stacked on the board in front of him, shredding it apart with a fork and knife. "Hi," I said, folding my hands behind my back as I neared him. Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes.

Fury radiates off him, the kind born of pure instinct and protectiveness. Xander's voice floods through the pack link, strong and steady despite the carnage around us. ‘I want ten warriors scouting the perimeter in each direction. Make sure there are no more breaches. The rest of you—units of ten—sweep through the pack lands and round up any remaining rogues.’