Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

“I think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

—he nodded to Elowen—“hush at key intervals so their scanners can’t lock. When the roads converge near the Complex, we rejoin. To the outside, it will look like you took their route all along.” “And the bounty hunters?” Rae asked. “They’ll come anyway,” Kieran said. “But they’ll be guessing. Guessing is slower than certainty.” Daire’s shoulders were still hard lines of tension. “I don’t like you at the front,” he told Kieran. “You like alternatives less,” Kieran said. “Unless you’d prefer to leave Lunaris blind and trust Tribunal signage to get us there in one piece.” Elowen cut in before Daire could answer. “Kieran scouts,” she said. “Not alone. With a Lunaris pair and one of Daire’s wolves

He hadn't been careful enough and it didn't cross his mind that they could follow him here and they had, he had led them straight here without him knowing and now they had her. "You followed me?" "We have to bring you and the American back as per the wishes of the Sheikh." "And you come to me fully armed?" "We are trained to always be armed Omar. A guard is always armed and ready." Omar knew what he said was true but he hated the guts of the man, he had dared to call Megan "the American". "The American has a name Taheem." But Taheem didn't respond, instead he stood still, never for once tearing his gaze away from the two of them.

"Thanks, Mom." Xander. Xander looked out at the horizon from the perimeter of the packhouse grounds. He had offered to head the scouting team, determined to show his allegiance and commitment to the group. He was deeply affected by recent happenins, yet more determined than before to safeguard his family. "Keep your senses sharp," he told the scouts. We must be aware of all the actions taken by the rogues. Inform me right away if you notice anything out of the ordinary.

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

“It could be yeah. You can’t be tracked when you have that oil on. It covers your scent for up to 48 hours depending on dosage. It would explain why we can’t catch a scent at all.” “Their skill level is extensive. We weren’t able to pick up a physical trail either. That is a level of skill I’m not used to seeing.” Adam spoke, the leader of Kane’s Hunters. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering if another Scout group had that skill level. “Could other Scouts have that skill level? I know my Scouts had no hand in this, but Anders has Scouts.” I offer. Aramis snorts and shakes his head. “No way. Anders’s Scouts are decent but nowhere near enough to evade me. Nor are they better than y

he explained. My eyes caught sight of Leone, the current Delta, briefing the shifted wolves. They were probably tracers. Tracers had a more heightened smell than regular wolves, and they could track anything, even scents that had been masked with magic. Luna Leonora told the mother to get her son’s shirt so the tracers could use it to trace the child, and she ran towards the pack.

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

I instructed Isaac, and he gave me a nod before leaving the office. Tracers were very rare, especially the ones born as one. They had the ability to identify even the tiniest scent that a normal wolf would miss. We have very few born tracers, but we've managed to train some others as well. It was a difficult and nearly impossible task, but we managed. “Double the security on the borders, the town and the pack house. Let everyone know, battle training begins again but nothing intense.”