Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

In this story, hunters and sentinels don't hunt for food since it's a modern kind of werewolf story so they can just go to the supermarket or something to get food. There won't be Elders and Scouts in this story. Elders are more like the past Alphas and Betas who make a new organization and help the new Alpha to make decisions. Scouts are the one who makes peace with other packs or more like a walking phone (or like a communication media) Since modern life has a real phone, we can just call other packs for information and we don't need scouts as our communication media. Guardian: They are the pack's doctors. They help ill pack members without any spell or magic. Just like the modern doctor d

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.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

He's been in a sour mood all week, and no, I don't think it has much to do with me. This game is stressing everyone out. I help Dan get the supplies ready. I'll just be assisting him, so the load won't be on my shoulders entirely like the last match. The arena is starting to fill up with people, and it's been naturally divided. Moonveil on one side. Ironclaw on the other. Right across from our medic room is Moonveil's medic team. There are four of them, and I think the number is an exaggeration. Four? Why would they need four medics?

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.