Scout Tf2 Novels & Stories

It was a thin, soot-covered scout wearing a torn Crimson tunic. Before the scout could draw breath, Julian grabbed him by the throat, hoisting his whole body off the floor and slamming him hard against the stone fireplace. "Speak," Julian growled, his golden Alpha eyes flashing with lethal intent. "Give me one reason not to tear your tongue out right now." The scout choked, his legs dangling above the hearth. "Alpha... wait! It is... it is a message from the front! The Council forces... they are advancing through the lower pass!"