Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

The scout's eyes fluttered open at the sound of voices, unfocused with pain and blood loss, and Draven knelt beside him fast, pressing a hand against the wound to slow the bleeding. "Who left you here?" Draven asked. "They said I was too slow," the man rasped. "Said the timeline couldn't wait for wounded men." "What timeline?" I pressed, kneeling beside him despite Cassian's hand on my arm trying to hold me back. "Where is your unit headed?" The scout's eyes found mine, glassy, and for a moment I thought he might not answer at all. Then something in his expression shifted, exhaustion giving way to something almost like relief at finally being allowed to put the weight down.

— a rank of werewolves who are assigned to search for missing people. Aside from searching for missing people, a scout’s job also includes gathering information or intel inside and outside the Pack to gain knowledge and formulate a strategic plan based on the information gathered. In the human world, they are somewhat equivalent to spies or the CIA. Only the Nightshade Pack has such a rank in their Pack. That rank was only invented as a solution to have a specific team of experts whose main goal is to search for their missing Luna or Sebastian’s sister. The scouts of Nightshade Pack are highly trained, and they are experts when it comes to searching for information and even people. With the

I watched Rose leave beyond the training grounds. Kieran fixed his eyes on mine. "Whatever this medallion is..." "It belongs with you." "But do not take it off, unless you have no other choice." I nodded slowly. "I will not." Outside the city walls of Greenwood... Deep into the eastern woods… A lone Scout from greenwood ran through the woods because he noticed a strange wolf in woods. The lone greenwood scout stopped finally at the sight of massive paw prints in the ground. “It's obvious this is ancient and more powerful”. He said.

I can feel the collective pack instinct bristling at the harshness, but before I can even open my mouth to smooth things over, someone else beats me to it. "He isn't plateaued, sir.” Xander says loudly, his voice ringing out with a fierce, burning intensity that catches everyone off guard. I look at my son in surprise. Xander has sat up completely straight, his cheeks flushed with defensive anger, his eyes locked dead onto his new father-in-law. Alex looks just as shocked, his hand freezing on Xander's waist. "Alex is also the lead medic for his entire deployment team" Xander continues, refusing to back down under the older man's stern glare.

I made sure all the hatred and despise I felt for Nic reflected in my eyes, we stared at each other for a moment longer and I only looked away when the pack doctor cleared his throat, reminding us exactly where we were. "How is he?" Nic's baritone voice asked the doctor. "I'll need all of you to leave until he is stable, Alpha." The doctor informed Nick who ushered us all out of the room. "Who is he, Nic?" Mikayla asked. "A scout." Nic muttered vaguely. "That's all you are going to say?" Mikayla probed.

Male or female, young or old, teach them everything from basic self defense to learning to kill an attacker. He barked twice to indicate he heard the message. I turned to Gwyn and she stood straighter and squared her shoulders. "Gwyn, I need you to recruit as many medics as you can on your team, I'll try my best to see that this doesn't become a full blown war." She nodded. "Nathan, I need your eyes, ears and stealth for this one. I need you to go beyond the borders and spy on rogue packs camping around the territory. I only need you to spy on them. Come back as soon as you have any leads or intel."

"But it just accepted your offering. Drop the weapon." The scout hesitated, his eyes darting toward the hole in the ground. "I won't tell you again," Arung growled, his finger whitening on the trigger. The scout threw his rifle into the brush. "Don't kill me. I’m just a technician. I don't know what’s happening here. They told us it was just a survey mission." "They lied," Arung said. He moved in, slamming the butt of his weapon into the man’s temple. The scout dropped like a stone, collapsing onto the wet moss.

Maya said. A voice from the doorway: "There is." They turned. A man stood there, early sixties, doctor's coat over winter gear. Behind him, three others in similar attire. "I'm Dr. Marcus Chen. We're from Schenectady survivor medical group. We've been monitoring radio traffic. We heard about the ceasefire. We brought supplies." He held up a case. "IV antibiotics. Surgical equipment. Medical supplies. We've been hoarding them for exactly this situation—wounded from both sides need care, politics be damned."

he nods to her medic bag. "Come on bro, that was even worse," I utter with a laugh. The female medic looks over at me and tilts her head. "Thank you, at least I am not the only one here that communicates like a normal creature," she responds with gratitude. She continues to look at me with question lacing her eyes, "Have we met before?" "No, I am sure of it or this meat head would have asked me for your name. I'm Reed," I introduce myself as I reach my hand out toward the 4th year medic. You can tell the occupational specialty and year based on insignia on our uniforms. "And you?"

"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?" * * *