Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

A light snack, such as protein bars, and some medical supplies will be carried by at least one person during your patrol. You will continue patrolling in your standard groups of six with one person being a field medic. While I believe most questions will be answered during the training sessions that will start next week, what questions do you have now?” “What’s the plan for getting them back to the pack house?” Ron is the first hand up. “If Declan gives me a heads up on the number coming then I can make arrangements to get the mule out there but unfortunately they are going to have to walk until they get to a path the mule fits on.”

“Kyla is my lover, and the two are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kyla once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two leaders like them could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the leaders and Dereck are here now.”

He could not find out anything more. Lucas, however, discovered out that the group had been trying to hire a medic, but no one was courageous enough to apply. He read the qualifications, which involved the doctor traveling with soldiers in group missions. The primary requirement was to be able to attend to trauma wounds and surgeries. He thought about it deeply, and after sleeping on it for several nights, he concluded that the best way to bring the Alpha Vipers down was from the inside. ### END OF FLASHBACK ### The room was so silent that Lucas could hear Liam's breathing. He stared into Liam's eyes and said, "I applied for the medic position and offered to advance their medical resources."

No insignia. No distinguishing characteristics Cowards. Like the traitors they were, they were hiding behind masks. I said, "Find the patrols that are still alive." As they wait for more instructions, have them reassemble in the inner watchtower. You did a good job. Proceed now. Seek medical attention for the wound. With a sigh of relief in his voice, the scout stumbled out of the room after bowing deeply. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until the scout exited the room. Then I turned to my brothers, purposefully.

"That's not possible. Too many eyes are watching. Unless the state appoints someone to take your place, this procedure can't happen while you're still in command." Before the medic could finish, Scott started coughing violently. A quick glance from Nash silenced the medic. Nash hurried over to Scott. "Scott, how are you feeling?" "Are you talking to me?" Scott frowned, looking confused and stern. Nash had not expected that both Scott and Scarlett would be so severely tortured that they not only no longer resembled their former selves, but also lost their memories. "Yes, you're Scott," Nash affirmed, pressing his lips together to steady his thoughts.

Did I say something wrong? No..no, my love just something you said resonated with me I will be back in a few. Max smiles "Every one of those guys checks out no history of causing problems all of them were productive, working members of their packs. Henry was a head warrior in his pack two were trackers one was patrol. One is a mechanic and the last is a doctor. They will all be an asset" I told him to bring them in. I want to ask them a few questions.

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

I can hear the sound of my family home collapsing. I lay Sloane down in a safe area and mind-link the pack doctor to come quick. He doesn’t respond but moments later Jules, a nurse at the hospital, and Harry, a warrior show up. In the event of an attack, all medical staff gets assigned a warrior so that they can treat pack members in the field without worrying about protecting themselves. Though shifter heals fairly quickly, we are not invincible and do need medical attention if the injury is bad enough.

TUESDAY morning. Miguel was giving instructions for his troop in preparation for their mission. The entire batallion was properly lined in front of him, hads on their back and heads straight. All are full geared. “At exacyly ten hundred hours, everyone is expected to arrive the destination. Further instructions for this assignment will be given by Captain Francisco. He’s waiting for us there,” his voice resonated the entire area. Rudy, came behind him from nowhere and whispered, “Bud, your precious angel’s here. In the receiving area.”

"Two scouts. Fast, quiet, thermal-masking. Reach the relay station through the southwest arc, disrupt the transmission." "That's two scouts inside a ring of fifty-four siege engines," one of Vance's wolves said. "Two scouts who grew up on ridges in the dark," Xander said. "Which is exactly what this requires." He looked at Vance. Vance looked at his scouts. Two of them were already checking their gear without being asked. "Thirty minutes to position," the first one said. "Twenty-five," Xander said. The scout looked at the terrain. "Twenty-five," she agreed.