Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

Headhunters. They were scanning the crowd with handheld retinal scanners. Ren ducked behind a stall selling old engine parts. They know we aren't dead, Ren realized. The news is for the public. The Seekers are for us. He gripped the rusty pipe in his pocket. He had no gun. No HUD. No aim-assist. He watched the Seekers approach the medic stall he had just left. One of the men showed the medic a hologram. The medic pointed in Ren's direction.

The healer pushed forward, but the scout clawed weakly at the earth, forcing himself upright as if his body refused to die until the words left his mouth. His gaze lifted. It locked onto Ronan. Then it flicked to the elders. Then, finally, it landed on Morrigan. His expression twisted, not with fear, but with something worse. Betrayal. “Stop…” the scout rasped. Elder Soren stepped forward, impatient. “This is sacred ground. Remove him.” The scout coughed again, blood staining his lips. “No,” he choked out. “I have to." Morrigan’s voice remained calm. “He is delirious,” she said gently. “The poor wolf is injured.”

Warlus said lifting the Medic to his feet and pushing him down the corridor. The Medic managed to get them to the cockpit, and just like him, the men in the cockpit weren't fighters so they didn't put up much of a fight. “Now which one of you want to help you and your buddies live, by redirecting those weapons away from my pack members.” Hunter said as he set Soko in a chair. Soko groaned trying to shake off the fog, he could hear bits and pieces of what was going on around him. His memories were slipping away from him. He had heard the medic say that he would lose all his memories, and something else but he couldn't remember. All he needed to do was focus on fighting his way out of the fog.

"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.

The job was dangerous, as scouts often had to infiltrate enemy territory and become secret, hard-to-find intelligence. Scouts are low in the werewolf hierarchy, but their role is crucial to a pack's survival. Scouts ensure that the Blood Moon pack has easy access to natural resources and food in their territory or other territories they control. Much like the Watchers, they are also often sensitive to potential dangers. It is important to note that while territory expansion is necessary for their pack's survival, they don't always take it by force. Some pack will negotiate with others to share what they are lacking, and to live together in peace.

Impulsively, Scar started going with them, and she heard Damon following close behind. They reached a clearing in the middle of the woods, where four wolves were keeping guard around two others currently in their two-legged forms. One of the two was a guy named Russell, who lay on the ground, gasping for breath, while his packmate named Brown knelt over him, pressing his hands over the bloody wound in Russell’s neck. One of the rescue party named Daniel shifted to his two-legged form to ask, “What happened here?” “It was the damn rebels!” Brown spat. “Surprise attack! They came out of nowhere! We didn’t even smell them coming until they were right on us!”

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.

By the time we reach the front gate, wolves are already gathering around a lone figure staggering up the main road. A scout. His uniform is torn. Mud covers one side of his face, and blood soaks through his shoulder where an arrow has only narrowly missed his heart. He takes one uneven step. Then another. Jason reaches him first, catching him before he can collapse. "Easy," Jason urges. "Talk to me." The scout tries. Only a cough comes out. Beatrice kneels beside him with a flask of water, but he pushes it away, forcing himself to speak before strength abandons him.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.

This was the real test. Not pride. Not politics. Choice. He held my gaze for a long moment. Then nodded. “Prepare your team.” I didn’t hesitate. “You’re coming with me,” I said. He blinked slightly. “I’m not a medic.” “No,” I agreed. “You’re a message.” A slow, understanding smile formed. “Together,” he said. “Yes.” As we prepared to cross into their territory under a banner of medical aid, I felt the weight of what we were doing.