Scout X Pauling Novels & Stories

The come down so bad it’s like a drug. Doctor Stevens nods and writes something down. “Paulo would you help Doctor Stevens with his research?” I offer. The doctors eyes snap up and look at Paulo. He considers it for a moment then nods. Matt steps beside me and whispers “what are you thinking?” My stomach drops as I say the words out loud. “Someone out there is creating an army”

Paul answered, “I was second in command. Our leader liked to think he was an alpha, but we were no pack. Nobody really felt any loyalty to him. My loyalty was easily ended. Especially when I met your Luna and Co-Beta. They showed me what loyalty is. My leader would have killed me on sight had we attacked him. Your Co-Beta only temporarily disabled two of us. She had no choice but to kill the rest. Then your Luna actually offered us a place in your pack for information. That would have been unheard of with my leader. He would’ve gotten information then killed us. I know we would be much happier serving you and your Alpha.” Matthew asked, “What is your leader’s name?” Paul answered, “His name

“First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Paul and I’m in the military. I am one of the experimented lots for the war against the werewolves in the human world.” “Hi Paul!” everyone greeted. “Thank you.” He replied with a smile and continued. “I was supposed to be killed with the lots that were failed experiments but I escaped and have been in hiding since then. I have lived amongst the crazies for many years watching and waiting for this moment.” “Wow!” Raul exclaimed. “But how did you know me then?” Tom was inquisitive. “I have been watching you for many years now. The meetings you have held in bonfires with your werewolf spies and members. Long before Raul joined in and you took

And Paul slit the throat of Scate who was the last army standing. Tbc…

Paul had spent a lot of time and money converting it, but even abandoned, it had an eerie beauty. Once inside, I saw the raised stage where Paul had delivered a speech to his Pack announcing me as their Lupa—until Sasha had put a stop to it. On the stage were the seven other members of the Werewolf Council—including their Lupa, Sasha. Something in me tightened at the sight of her, but I forced it down. Wolves could smell emotions, and I wasn't giving this woman anything else of me. Sasha's eyes bore into me before she looked at King and then Tyler until settling on Paul. Her attraction to Paul was obvious in the way she tracked his movements. I wondered if others had seen the same expression

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

Inform me right away if you notice anything out of the ordinary. After the scouts scattered, Xander's mind drifted to the recent war. He had stood by Damon and Kyra in battle, seeing their bravery and perseverance up close. He couldn't avoid feeling a profound admiration for both of them. They were genuine leaders, prepared to give up anything for their pack.

I could hear her message, but I was so lost in her beauty that I couldn't give a reply. "Really??" Hutton raised his brow with a gasp. "That's why Xander and his father, Xavier, wiped away that pack as revenge for putting him in pain from that trap. That's what is written in this letter," she explained and handed the letter to my son, who sneered at her.

Psychopath's like him won't stop until they have been apprehended and this time around he will be the one to track him down. “Hey! It's been how many years? Two? Three.” Paul said while taking his hands into his for a handshake before patting his back. “How's the family? Amanda would be so mad at me for not keeping in touch like i promised.” “Not sure she remembered.” Mr.Harris laughed. “They are all fine, I heard Olivia gave birth last week.” He added before handing a bag over to him as a gift for his wife. Scott and Paul go way back, they were childhood best friends and had kept the friendship till date. Paul works in the city where he lives with his wife and newborn, while he preferred th

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”