Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

It did the job as long as it shielded her. My side erupted in pain as I straightened, but I ignored it. I walked towards the frosted window, looking out into the woods. I could smell them — the Bloodhound scouts. They smelled like iron and ash. They were hunting us. Again. They never gave up. And then my eyes saw something — a gentle blink of light. A Silver Veil tracker. It was hidden in a pine with runes glowing softly. A beacon. A trap. It would take them straight to us.

Steele had a look on his face that I hadn’t seen before. “Good.” Maddox didn’t look up from the computer. “This is for you.” Spencer held out a syringe in front of me. “It’s a tracker. Since we aren’t in the same pack, this will allow us to track you at all times. I need to put it under your skin.” “I have one already.” Spencer smiled. “I’m sure you do, but this is a different frequency that works with our system.” “Well…” Looking down, I wasn’t sure where I wanted to put it. “The one I have is in my arm.”

The Mechanical Logic of the Scout Aria sat in the passenger seat, her "Piercing Gray Eyes" scanning the "Labyrinth" of the roadside forest. She held a "High-Frequency" thermal scanner—the only piece of "Gilded" tech they allowed—searching for the "Heat-Signatures" of "Recovery Scouts" or "Sovereign" ambush teams. Her "Fragile Strength" was now reinforced by a "Ruthless" protective instinct. "We have 'Movement' in the 'Three-O-Clock' sector," Aria whispered, her voice "Incisive" and steady.

And I did. A shiver shot down my spine. My blood ignited. My fangs grew sharper. Mason was no longer just a looming threat. He was making his claim. I sensed Sienna’s footsteps approach, silent but urgent. “Do you recognize the scout?” she asked, her voice low and tense. “Riker. Trained alongside me as a kid.” I kept my gaze fixed ahead. “He had a mate and two pups.” “Gods.” Her voice trembled before hardening with determination. “How close to the territory line?”

I tracked a single, familiar scent through the smell of diesel and sulfur—the musk of a shifting wolf hybrid. Ezra was standing alone near the edge of a sheer cliff drop, a pair of tactical binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scanned the northern peaks for Vex's scouts. His uniform jacket was unzipped, the wind blowing his dark hair across his face. I didn't sneak up on him. A hybrid hears a boot crunch on gravel a mile away. He didn't drop the binoculars, but his jaw clenched as I stepped into his perimeter. "You're out of your sector, scout," Ezra said, his voice flat and deadpan, exactly like his Commander's. "Get back to the cargo trucks before I have the guards tie you to the flatbed."

I came back to the room and was instructed to lay down. Jason told me to relax before the examination began, and I tried to as much as I could, I really didn't know much about all these machines, but as I relaxed I watched as they began the process as I slowly move inside the X-ray machine, it was like the Machine was scanning me, I've never really had a reason to enter an x-ray machine, this was my first. When the machine was done, I slowly came out, I breathed a sigh of relief as Jason helped me sit up.

— a rank of werewolves who are assigned to search for missing people. Aside from searching for missing people, a scout’s job also includes gathering information or intel inside and outside the Pack to gain knowledge and formulate a strategic plan based on the information gathered. In the human world, they are somewhat equivalent to spies or the CIA. Only the Nightshade Pack has such a rank in their Pack. That rank was only invented as a solution to have a specific team of experts whose main goal is to search for their missing Luna or Sebastian’s sister. The scouts of Nightshade Pack are highly trained, and they are experts when it comes to searching for information and even people. With the

He stood and waited for an answer. “Yes, Alpha. They won't leave our site.” The scout replied, still hunched over like the hunchback of Notre dame. The giant of a man then walked into the trees and disappeared. I guessed that had been Driscoll and I couldn't lie, he was scary, intimidating and powerful. You could feel the strength and power ooze off of the guy. His strong scent filled the air and for once in my life, I was scared of something. If I was defeated by him, he would kill me. I didn't care about dying for Aubrey, but if I did, obviously the future I'd planned for her would be lost. She would probably end up with Chase and she’d be by his side until he cheated or got bored of her.

"This is scout gear. High-level scout gear. Who taught you to use this?" "I taught myself while I was busy not being dead." Joshua shoved the kit into his pack. He didn't look at Richard. He walked to the edge of the road, where the asphalt turned into a muddy slope. He knelt, his fingers tracing a deep indentation in the sludge. "What is it?" Richard was behind him, his hand hovering over his own hip where a silver-burn was still pulsing red. "Look at the depth," Joshua said, pointing to a set of paw prints. "Four inches deep. Wide splay on the pads. That’s a lead scout from the Northern Tundra pack. They’re heavy, built for snow, but they’re fast in the mud."