Scout X Medic Novels & Stories

“As y’all know, Maliyah has been tasked with assisting me as scout leader. She has fought Alastor numerous times and can help give y’all an idea of what you’ll be up against. You will all also train with her in her dragon form from time to time.” Everyone in the room nods in acknowledge and doesn’t question my being in the room. Their survival bags are packed and they are each give a potion created by Dimitri to help with their scent. Dimitri found a way to change their scent so they appear rogue but he couldn’t make their scent disappear. They requires the death of a human and of course we aren’t going to start killing them. Each scout has been granted the ability to teleport as well as inc

“This can’t wait until the morning. He carries vital news.” “Very well,” I said and followed Xavier down to the meeting room where the scout was waiting. A few of my council was also there, though they weren’t speaking yet, clearly waiting for me to arrive. When I did, we all nodded at each other and looked to the scout. He was worn, sitting down and drinking deeply from a tall glass of water. He must have run the entire way here. His chest was still heaving, panting with breath. “Alpha, I have desperate news,” the scout said.

His men needed a win, and he needed one too. Four raiders rode with him today. Two on bikes, two in the battered pickup truck behind. They rolled up to the emergency entrance, glass crunching under tires. The sign above hung crooked: ST. MERCY MEDICAL CENTER. Jax killed the engine and stepped off, boots heavy on cracked concrete -- He was tall, broad through the shoulders, with a scar running down the left side of his face from some fight he barely remembered. Ex-Army. Now he took what he wanted. "Spread out," he said,"Find the drugs. And keep your eyes open for the bitch."

“Medic?” We all agreed to address Doctor Shannon as the Medic, even though he was insistent on staying right beside me in this mission, although when the need for his expertise arose, he did not neglect to do what he was there for. “Skye…?” Marco warily checked our surroundings as he softly called my name. “Something is wrong….” Marco kept looking around while he had his back in front of mine. His hands were protectively reached out as if he was ready to grab me to safety if anything happened at any moment.

Immediately two other men took the injured one from him and they came to me. “What happened? Are they close by?” I asked him. He nodded. “We made a mistake and two of their men saw us and attacked us. We were able to silence them but he got hurt,” the scout pointed to the other guy who was bleeding. “Shit, how close are they! Were you able to see the mined lead?” “They were carrying something but we were not able to see what was inside. I'm sorry Alpha,” he bowed. My face formed into a frown.

“You were shot less than twelve hours ago.” “And I am still breathing.” “That does not mean your stitches will survive another fight.” Ruin swung his legs off the bed. The movement made him grimace slightly, but he refused to stop. “You cannot lead this defense,” the medic said sharply. “I do not need to lead it,” Ruin answered. “I only need to be present.” The scout shifted nervously near the door. “They have not attacked yet,” he said. “They are waiting,” Ruin replied. “For what?” the scout asked.

I stopped breathing. The orange light grew brighter. Two soldiers stepped into the chamber. They moved with a heavy, clanking deliberation. Their boots were leaden. Their armor was scarred. They didn't look like the high-tech Vane ghosts of the past; they looked like scavengers who had built a war machine out of scrap metal. "Check the crevices," the lead scout muttered. His pulse-rifle hummed, a low-frequency vibration that made my molars ache. "The bitch is wounded. She won't go far."