Scout Regiment Novels & Stories

Communication signals were organized. Supplies were being redistributed strategically. This was not chaos. This was structure. One scout returned quickly to Red Hollow with a report. Lucian listened without interrupting. “They train at dusk,” the scout said. “Small units. Rotational leadership. Not random.” “And their leader?” Lucian asked. The scout hesitated. “We have not confirmed.” “But?” “There is talk. Of a woman.” Lucian’s gaze sharpened almost imperceptibly. “A woman.” “Yes, Alpha.”

“Western movement. Large force. Organized. Disciplined. They’re advancing along three separate routes— fast, deliberate. No banners.” I clenched my fists. Revna. The name burned, unspoken, between us. Levi’s gaze flicked to me, sharp with recognition. “How far?” Levi asked. “One day out at most,” the scout replied. “Possibly less. They’re not stopping in villages. They’re… passing through.” A controlled force, then. Not marauders. Not rogues. Not chaos. I exhaled slowly. “Anything else?” The scout hesitated. That hesitation cost him a scowl from me.

’ I ask. ‘While you were focused on the south, Remington, we sent scouts to Alpha David’s. Once we know what we’re dealing with, we’ll regroup and decide on a plan of action,’ Hunter says. I search the area, looking for the scouts. “They sent out scouts from four packs. Do you have them?” I ask the Watch Tower Guards. “I’ve got scouts from Alpha Hunter’s pack,” one says. “I’m got scouts from Alpha Amelia’s and Alpha Lucas’s packs,” another says.

"And how do I do that? By killing my friend?" "You both aren't any longer," "You will speak of no such to my ears, Lucian. I want you to find a scout. I need to know what is happening," A scout was an important part of the werewolf Pack, hinged with the responsibility of warning the Pack of dangerous territory outside the pack and also giving updates on situations of a battle like this. "There he is," Lucian pointed down at the valley. A masculine form dressed in dark combat outfit was walking towards the hill. Leon folded his arms and waited for him to get to him.

A scout. He looked no older than twenty, but his eyes were wide with panic. “Alpha! Luna!” he shouted before he even reached the clearing. Draven appeared from the treeline, already halfway toward us. “What is it?” The scout bowed, breathless. “Movement near the eastern border. Rogues. Not just a few. Dozens. The sentries say they’re scattered, but coordinated. There’s… there's a symbol marked on their gear.” Draven stilled. “What symbol?”

Trosdig orders “Wind’s acting up again.” The other Cohorts also start pulling up their face masks as the winds start to blow a bit harder. “Fog’s not moving with the wind” Varkii remarks, he was right. The fog seemed to be anchored to the ground and didn’t move despite the strength of the wind. “It’s probably just heavy that’s all. This is after all the Northern Border.” Frederic says. A whistle blows and the whole Cohort stops to a halt. Peering through the fog I see the scout cavalry unit arriving. “They look bored.” Frederic says. “I guess that’s a good thing if you think about it.” I reply. After the scout officer gives the Captain a report, the Centurions order us to set a perimeter and

Only Kate, standing just off my shoulder, knew the truth. Camerin unrolled the assignment lists and began calling names. “First squad, eastern ridge patrol, you'll rotate in pairs, eyes sharp. Second squad, you’ll sweep the southern sector.” His voice carried like steel, calm, commanding. Micah stepped forward to reinforce. “Scouts will move ahead and report any signs of unusual movement. No straying from the assigned paths. You’ll rotate through the night. Fresh eyes every few hours.” The wolves nodded, some smirking, some flexing their claws as if eager to stretch their strength. They didn’t realize the game had already changed.

exclaimed Goldfish as they picked up their rifles. Isuzu hid down a pit as her heart started to pound fast, hoping nothing dire happens to any of them. "By order of the New British Army 31st Foot Regiment under General Foster, identify yourselves!" shouted the unidentified figures. The scouts looked at each other, then Goldfish raised his arm, "Scouts, 42nd Foot Regiment under Captain Campbell!" he shouted. "Do you have the objective?!" echoed the man in the forest. "Show yourselves first!" answered Goldfish.

It was not as populated as it used to be, but it was still made up of a significant amount of knight guards and soldiers who could put up a good fight in a battle. “Okay we are here, the scouting regiment unit will advance on my orders. We will follow Albert's lead.” Robert said, addressing the multitude. Reene turned to Albert and asked, “How long will it take for the regiment to reach the village?” “Roughly thirty minutes.” He answered back.

A scout burst through the broken entrance, breathing hard enough to stagger. Astrid rose instantly. "What happened?" The young warrior struggled to catch his breath. "We searched..." He swallowed. "We searched the battlefield." "And?" "We found the Regent's command camp." Cassian stepped forward despite the pain. "Was he there?" The scout slowly shook his head. "No." A knot tightened in Lyra's stomach. "Did he escape?" Astrid asked. The scout's face had gone pale. "No." His voice dropped to a whisper. "He didn't escape."