Scout Regiment Novels & Stories

The same mark I had left for Sera. I turned it over slowly between my fingers. Most people believed the Borderland Scouts were ordinary humans who simply knew the forests better than everyone else. That had always been the safest lie. The truth was far more complicated. The Scouts existed long before the war between humans and wolves began. They had walked these lands before either kingdom claimed ownership of them. Their duty had never been to choose sides. It had always been to protect something far older than both races. Very few of us remained now. I wasn't even sure whether I was the last Scout still following that oath. The others had disappeared one after another over the years. Some

he frowned. It was kind of funny watching him frown because of the lip piercing. “Scout? Why were people sent out to scout? Is that what Colby was doing?” I questioned. “Alpha and his three advisors believe they have a general idea of where we can find those Syndicate fucks. Scouts were sent out to check the area. Given that, like me, Kitty can mask her scent, she was selected as a scout,” he explained. I sat up a little hearing this. “Syndicate?” I questioned, not recognizing the name. “And Colby?” I asked.

The sun was hot, the air was dry, and the wait went on. * * * The armor was dug in behind a screen of low lying hills. The force consisted of thirty scout cars, forty six self propelled weapons platforms, ten 122mm multiple rocket launchers, twenty five heavy St. James tanks, forty nine mostly soft skinned support vehicles, and a company of infantry, all of whom were, or had been, members of the first REC, the Legion's legendary cavalry regiment. They were extremely very difficult to see, thanks to the fact that all of the vehicles wore camouflage and most were dug in. A clump of palm trees provided shade, and the tarps strung between provided more.

“Commander Yorkshire, I want to know if all your people have assembled. If you’re done, I think it's time for us to head out.” Although Lorna was talking to Cougar, her eyes were fixed on Philip. Cougar said heartily, “We’re all prepared, just waiting to head out!” Hearing that, Lorna said with a smile, “Okay then, please send your scout team ahead!” The scout team was responsible for detecting dangers and finding the correct route for the group at large. Cougar immediately selected two scout teams and said, “You two teams, follow Commander Finn's scout team and head into the depths!”

Maddox pressed. “There are tracks everywhere.” the scout continued. “Heavy. Organized. Not rogues. Or at least not mostly.” My spine went cold. “How many?” I asked. The scout hesitated. Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Speak.” “Hundreds.” the scout said hoarsely. “Werewolf warriors. Multiple packs. Banners we didn’t recognize.” The room erupted. “That’s an invasion force.” “They’re claiming.” “No, she’s gathering them.” I lifted my hand. Silence snapped back into place. “Where?” I asked.

"Expand the search. Do a comprehensive search of the area. “Scan initiated, targeting Mount Regent. Scanning in progress.” Beep, beep, beep! "The scan is complete. Steel, we've got the results." Helen handed over a printout of some images to Steel. He examined the images as everyone gathered around to take a look. Most of the pictures showed the structural scans of Mount Regent's mountain range, showing the direction and layout of the entire mountain. As they gazed at the Evercrest soldiers who had died on the mountain, they noticed something unusual. "What's this?" Padraig pointed at some outlines in the pictures.

the scout said. “Report,” I said. “We had assumed that the army belonged to the Crimson Claw, but a few of us ventured closer. We learned that this is not an official branch of that pack’s military at all,” the scout said. The councilmembers exchanged worried glances. “How can you be sure?” I asked. “Because the group was packless, Alpha. They were rogues. A huge group of them running rampant all along the border. They’ve been hitting towns in both packs as they have traveled. We weren’t sure of their motives at first, but then we found this…”

a scout informed, “but we have reason to believe more units are gathering in the shadows.” Donavon’s face hardened with determination as he surveyed the battlefield, now littered with the remnants of the skirmish. “This is only the beginning,” he declared. “Our unity has proven strong today, but we must remain ever vigilant. We will fortify our defenses, rally our allies, and prepare for the next wave.”

I patted General Bregus on the back and we both walked towards the galloping soldier, hope renewed in all of us. The Scout pulled his horse up next to us. It shook his mane and neighed loudly in response as it tried to settle down from the long gallop. Just like me, the scout’s eyes where black underneath them. He looked tired and exhausted from staying up all night. He was another young soldier as well. Black thick hair pulled into a tight ponytail atop his head, dark blue eyes that screamed he had seen better days. His posture was held high, but you could tell he was wary from travel, and from battle. He had a perfect tan that even I was jealous of. Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the sco

Before I had the time to get what she was talking about, quick steps reached our ears. The doors burst open. The scout who first saw Rex the silvery wolf from the eastern patrol came in, panting heavily. His boots were caked with mud and there were new cuts all over his forearms as if the branches had tried to keep him back. “Alpha…” He sank down to one knee before Kieran. “We found them.” All conversations stopped immediately. Kieran approached the scout. “The rogue camp?” Kieran asked. The scout shook his head. “Worse.”