Scott Tracy Thunderbirds Novels & Stories

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

“Are you capable of truly helping me, Silver? Or are you playing games?” My eyes widened; I couldn’t let him be onto me. At least not yet. “No, of course not,” I said quickly. “Trust me, Scott. I want to avenge both our parents and reclaim my life. I’m proud to be standing by your side while we restore what was rightfully ours to begin with.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Perfect,” he said, reaching over and touching my arm gently. “That’s what I like to hear. We are going to be a great team.”

Scott thought his days would go perfectly from here on. In one month, he would announce to all the members of the pack that Ciara would be Luna for Silvercrest. They would lead this pack together and live happily ever after. However, that dream would shatter on that afternoon. After their routine training was over and all the patrol team members had gone home, someone knocked on the main team office door. Scott and Burke were discussing the rearrangement of sub-team members, and they both looked up towards the door.

He had curled into a ball, waiting for the final blow, when the kicking suddenly stopped. He had looked up through a swollen eye to see a young Travis Thorne. Even then, Travis had that cold, unwavering stare. He hadn't said a word, he had simply stepped between Storm and the bullies. When one of them tried to lunge, Travis had floored him with a single, brutal punch. "Get up," Travis had said, reaching out a hand. "In Silverstone, we don't stay down." Storm’s hand, now bloodied and mangled, twitched against the van floor. Travis had saved him that day. He had brought him back into the estate, and trained him until Storm became the deadliest blade in the Alpha’s arsenal.

He left with the nurses, leaving us in the soft hum of machines. I squeezed Scott’s hand tighter. “You scared the hell out of me, man. But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” His eyelids trembled, and for the first time, tears spilled down the corners of his eyes. He mouthed one word. Thanks. Something twisted in my chest. Scott had no family here, no mother; she’d died when he was a kid. His father was off chasing missionary work, too busy saving strangers to sit at his only son’s bedside. Which meant it was just me. Always me. My day one. And I’d do anything to make sure he recovered, even if I had to fly him to India to fix his arm.

My breathing quickens and my palms become sweaty as I sit here in wonder. "Oh, I've already been imagining it, Trig." "Fucking the two of you? I never thought about it." "Haven't you learned by now, little bird, never to say the word never? You're in for a fucking shock then, cus Trig and I are gonna fucking ruin you...I'll make sure you fucking know who you belong to, little bird." Both Scotty and Brixton look at me like I'm a piece of fucking meat, which causes a nervous blush to take control of my cheeks.

He closes his eyes and exhale loudly and mumbles “I am only protective about her, nothing else. She is innocent like a child; I am not a fucking monster who will want to bed a kid.” Scott knows Gordon is a beast but he will never harm a child, thus he kept quiet not wanting to argue any further on this. “I trust you Gordon; I just don’t want you to fall in the trap of some cock tease.” Scott warn him. “You want my help for something or should I leave you now.” “I am ok, go on and be on time for tonight, it’s your big day too.” “ Ok then I am leaving you… for the cuffs link, you are ok right, you do not need them.” Scott questioned him before leaving.

Everyone was calling him about the project and was either congratulating or pointing out Travis’s greatness. The news had broken out the night before and had quickly become the talk of the town. Now everyone was pitting him against Travis, a fact that only seems to piss him off. Scott hated being placed against Travis, especially because the early part of their lives had been filled with that, a rivalry that Scott didn’t quite outgrow. "You're one lucky man. You practically have Doctor Athena working for you now. Winning this should be child's play." The caller said Scott started out at the fountain in the compound, completely lost in thought. He highly doubted that Doctor Athena would dance

He was shooting right alongside the rest of them, but he was so much slower than the LIGHTS team members, there simply didn’t seem to be any way that he could keep himself from getting killed or at least maimed. “Watch out, Jo!” Scott shouted from her right. Jo didn’t know what that meant until it was too late. A large bird-like creature swooped down, aiming for her head. Jo dodged aside slightly just as the claws raked over the side of her face. Furious as pain filled her head, she reached up and grabbed hold of the bird’s wing and yanked it out of the air, slamming it onto the ground and shooting it. “Son of a bitch!” she muttered, blood dripping down into her eyes. Scott’s blue glow hit h