Scout X Pauling Novels & Stories

"My scouts are not pups. They are seasoned trackers and warriors." "I don't doubt it, Liam, but they're not here now." Xander rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the camp. It was obvious that there had been many more individuals there at one time. He clapped the older man on the shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll find them."

Alpha Arthur rebutted immediately. Sofia sighed, “I knew it. You don’t know the truth. Let me explain!” said Sofia while forcibly snatching the photo from Alpha Arthur’s hand. “They were lovers before they broke up!” explained Sofia as she pointed to the photo, ”Camille and Scout Leon loved each other, but for whatever reason they split up. This news isn't an open secret among the lower ranks of our pack, Arthur. It's just that they're covering it up out of respect for you!” Sofia continued.

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.

"Yeah, he's not called Master Inventor for nothing." "There's also Arjan Ramamurthy, the Scion from Rukbat. He's an ordinary human too, aside from being the best hunter around," Sophia said. "Alright, alright, enough. I'm feeling even more inadequate by now." "Aw don't worry, there's still me. I'm a fellow human," Edwin said cheerfully. "With a title like Treader of Starry River, that makes you sounds badass already."

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.

Scouts would dart into the woods, returning minutes later with grim reports—signs of enemy movement, tracks not made by friendly forces. The Night Walkers were close. Watching. Waiting. The tension was a living thing, pressing down on all of us. Despite it, Alexandro never faltered. He rode with the calm, commanding strength of a true Alpha, his presence alone enough to steady the nerves of the men—and mine. I watched him from a few paces behind, studying the straight line of his back, the way he scanned the horizon constantly, alert for any threat. He hadn’t once shown fear. And because of that, neither did I.

What I don’t like however, is the somewhat suspicious-sounding tone in his voice, as though he might be implying that Raul somehow has something to do with the dead human. “Alpha Raul and Alpha Scarlett are close friends and they confer with each other a lot about goings on in their respective packs, Detective. It’s not unusual to see Alpha Raul around these parts a couple times a month.” Scott jumps in, obviously getting the same impression that I was from Detective Doug and wanting to nip it in the bud before offending either myself or Raul.

"Mister Ralph!" "Enough, Paul. You must know that this is all out of our hands now. Let's just wait until the international meeting is over to decide what we're going to do to Damon." Ralph was an experienced scientist with a rather high position in the Scarlet Leaf Faction, and Paul had always obeyed his orders. Before anyone from Light Valley had shown themselves, at least the two factions had listened to Paul's orders. However, the appearance of the Light Valley members had caused the situation with the Aidementon factions to grow extremely complicated. Paul hoped to himself that the meeting would end with Greensource Corp to blame so that this pain in the neck could be gotten rid of earl

“I want every single one of you searching for Rhea and Jimin now!” Xavier grunted. “The first person to get their scent would get a prize from me, and trust me, I’m far more generous than Ghost. I would never ever slay the person that gives me what I want when I want it.” “Yes Alpha,” they replied and bounded out immediately.

"He's fast, smart, and loyal. You need someone you can trust absolutely." "Marcus is seventeen," I protest. "I'm eighteen next month," young Marcus corrects, straightening. "And I'm one of the best scouts in the pack. I can get in and out without being detected." Dexter studies him with calculating eyes. "You understand this could get you killed?" "I understand my Alpha is in danger. That's all that matters." The kid's resolve is absolute. "Alright. Marcus comes." Dexter adds him to his mental count. "That's me, Elena, Marcus, and two warriors. Sage, can you cloak five?"