Novel & Cerita Scout X Medic

Lecter Brune: Moon Paw; Admin; organizational skills/planning; hand-to-hand Nanook Rags: Howl Land; Logistics; obstacle courses; interpersonal relationships Mona Rags: Howl Land; Infantry; weapons qualifications; nothing she is perfect (sarcasm) Note: Twin sister to Nanook Phan Toorek: Echo; Scout; physical training; studying and lecture learning Note: makes heart eyes at Mona, not sure if a crush or a relationship Axle: What a tool… seriously pro is testing uniforms for durability? Aura Twilight: Lunar Shade; Tech; anything science and tech, anything physical except running Note: long distance runner Iris Drake: New Moon; Medical; reporting and lecture training/learning; stealth movement Ar

"Bring in the supplies. All of them." He looked back at me, his expression still hard but less hostile. "You're in luck. We're Wood Pack scouts, and Tessa here is a healer." His eyes narrowed again. "But if you're lying about Rennick, or if this is some kind of trap..." He left the threat unspoken. "Who the fuck are you?" * * *

Ares was becoming the Alpha he’d always wanted to be and, so far, his pack seemed to be accepting him as he was. “I think we’re about to find out,” I said, stepping closer to the bed as the woman’s eyes started to open. “She’s waking up.” The Medic rushed in, a small man with muscle that looked out of place on his slight frame. Dark, beady eyes and a beak-like nose made him look more like a bird than a wolf, but he had seen me healed after Bloodpelt Prowler and, as such, I had nothing but respect for him – which was a strange way for me to feel about a Winterpaw Warrior wolf.

“You’ll be eating those words soon enough. But if you’re going to be a scout, you need a stout heart. Let’s go find the old grouch.” Gregor was in a storeroom full of medical supplies. He was working on sorting and taking inventory of baskets full of bandages, slings, and other such necessary things. He grunted and turned around when he heard us enter behind him. “Huh. It’s the quiet one,” Gregor noted. “You hurt?” I shook my head. “She wants to learn healing. She’s planning to join the scouts,” Naomi said. “She can speak for herself. Well, she can’t, but she can communicate,” Gregor said. “Well, girl. You want to learn from this old wolf?”

The door at the end of the long room swung open with a slight squeak, instantly catching both of our attentions, but it was just one of the field medics coming through to do night checks. Xavier was still completely at ease, barely even glancing up as the man started making his rounds, even as he started over towards us.

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

Five of those medics, leaders who Howard had mentored, had skills that could rival the capital's finest royal physicians! "I appreciate it," Xever said, no longer protesting. He sensed a familiar, battle-hardened presence in Howard and was dead certain that Howard was cut from the same military cloth. "Don't mention it," Howard replied, still smiling. He then reached out to check Xever's pulse.

Maverick agreed. “The thing is,” Cowboy finally spoke up. “Who will be fighting who? Or will we know? Ghosts and Cherokee braves. Russian Enforcers and Russian hitmen. Then us, the Rebel’s Blood against the Hade’s Messengers MC.” He tossed his hands up. “It’s fucking wild!” He looked around at the brothers and then at his prez. “I will be getting triage ready. I’ll need help with the wounded after the war starts. Fuck, I will need a whole medical staff!” He marched down the hallway to the Infirmary. Breed watched him walk away then pulled out his cell and sent a text.

Blood is staining his clothes and he is whizzing. "Peterson," the scout says. " One of the Alpha's team." I clench my jaw. This is not good. The mission didn't succeed, I can tell is much. What I need to know is if this man is the sole survivor. I kneel down beside him. When he feels me, he stirs and opens one eye. The other is too badly damaged. "Call the doctor and the nearby patrol. Do not raise a full alarm," I order the scout.

To hold back my emotions even when his words hurt. In reality, he wouldn’t make a good medic alpha at the university I went to. The rules there were clear. A medic alpha might be exceptional, but even they needed nurses. They relied too much on the standards and their scents. As nurses, we think outside the box. And we piece things together at a quicker pace.