Scott Tracy Thunderbirds Novels & Stories

I inquired, my voice echoing through the hallway, desperately seeking confirmation. "Yes," he answered after a brief pause, pulling me into an embrace. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect your friend," he whispered, his fingers gently stroking my hair. He signaled the warriors to leave, instructing them to take Tracy to the pack doctor. "How could Tracy be dead?" I questioned, my voice breaking as I pulled away from the embrace and met Ryder's gaze. "Do you think she harmed herself?" He shook his head, his eyes filled with concern. "No, Tracy would never do something like that. She was definitely killed…" I stated, my voice filled with anguish.

Grayson said. Trent still didn't understand. "Are you protecting him too?" Scott yelled, "I don't need his protection! Let's settle this between you and me!" He knew where his powers lay. He had enough skills to get by, and he had enough money. He wasn't afraid of Trent. His family business wasn't located in Maltford, so he didn't have to worry about Trent trying to sabotage him. Grayson treated Scott as if he were invisible. He didn't explain anything and simply looked at Trent. "You have to go through me first."

“A lot of the time we have to pass codes and written messages anyway, so it’s not that big an issue that you can’t talk.” “Are you sure you want to do this?” Tracy asked. “The scouts do the most dangerous jobs in the Warren.” I gave her a quick hug. “I will be careful.” “Scouts aren’t careful,” Tracy said. “You try to be, but then something comes up, and Ronan is dragging you home from some dank dungeon half dead.” She turned to pin Ronan with a look. “And that’s assuming Ronan isn’t the one being brought in on a stretcher.”

By the time his words had settled on the ground, we were all staring at ourselves, looking at who would take the mantle of speech next. “Please understand, Aunt Trudy,” said Scott in that light, honeyed voice of his. He usually kept quiet at meetings, but recently he had begun to show a slightly different side to him. In fact, Scott had changed in some little ways pertaining to his style. He was still mostly the same, but that tortured, brooding look in his eyes had vanished into thin air. He actually looked a little more approachable now. Trudy King regarded her nephew with silence as a companion. On her face, one could see in full detail the extent of her emotions. Conflict. Resolution. Fi

he said with gritting teeth. "You can't, Raven. If you will then you should have not let go of your knife." Mr. Scott touch Raven's hands and slowly remove it. "You can't kill me because I'm Everleigh's father," Mr. Scott is right. Raven is not brave enough to kill someone who important to his loved one. Mr Scott pulled down his sleeve, and reveal his tattoo on his wrist. "Code F, at your service, Code R. A. aka the 'Ace',"

While everyone was getting as much rest as they could in the cars, I was restless so sitting on the hood of one of the cars I mind linked with my beautiful mate "Jessy beautiful baby, can you talk?" "Scott, are you ok?" "yes I'm fine, what about you?" "I'm ok" "the tracker, he hasn't...?" "I'm fine Scott, I haven't seen him since this morning, he fed me then he was gone, I was listening, he left the cabin and only came back a little while ago. Scott where are you? I'm scared"

"Don't play around with your work at Horus. Remember, you must serve Alpha Anderson wholeheartedly. And there is no need to get too close to his assistant." Terrell warned Scott again. "I'm not playing around." Scott tried to argue. "Don't argue with me. You are an Omega, though you are my brother. Do you understand?!" Terrel gritted, reminding Scott of his position. Scott swallowed his saliva and didn't speak to dispute. When Terrel left, Scott was still standing where he was. He watched Terrell walk away with Collins, his best friend. Scott was still staring and suspicious. He knew that Terrell was doing something. Scott thought momentarily, then looked in all directions before deciding to

*Mike* Finally, Trevor released my hand. “But I’m holding you up, go and get your food, we will save a seat for you.” He smiled, but his eyes darted to behind me, where Mason and Jay were standing. His smile dropped slightly. “Did you two forget training this morning? Gamma Scott was upset.” Jay scoffed. “Whatever, I’ll do double tomorrow.” “Double? If you have that energy, you can do triple.” I turned to look at Angie who was standing behind them with her arms crossed. “And report to Tracker Training tonight as well.”

“That crystal was sharp—so sharp that it could cut through the barrier’s magic. It was risky, but it worked. Through it, I was able to re-establish my connection with him. Unfortunately, the crystal wasn’t powerful enough to fully tear down the barrier, but it was strong enough to keep us connected. The man I had in contact with me—my only trusted ally—kept a close watch on all of you. His sole purpose was to track your movements and update me on what was happening while I stayed behind, pretending to leave so that, when the time came, I’d be here to help you. But things took an unexpected turn. Scott, stubborn or maybe according to a plan, decided to stay behind. He believed in his daughter