Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

A huge truck came out of nowhere from his left forcing him to stop the car abruptly making a screeching noise as he held out his arm to keep his mom safe from hitting the dashboard. As soon as the car stopped he realized that he got hurt as blood dripped down his forehead. "Are you alright, mom?" Hunter asked, looking at Emma making sure she wasn't injured. Her eyes were wide as she gave a nod. Hunter glanced at the truck and his eyes narrowed at the driver who got out of the car. That driver's eyes turned golden and Hunter knew he was about to shift. In the blink of an eye, he yanked the gun from under his seat and aimed at that shifting werewolf.

Some kind of fluid sprayed out, dark and oily and wrong. It stumbled. For just a second, maybe less, it was off-balance, its perfect calculations disrupted by unexpected damage. I drove my dagger into its eye socket, the blade sinking deep into whatever served as its brain. The scout shrieked—a sound that was more electronic feedback than organic scream, like speakers blowing out and metal grinding and something breaking at the fundamental level. It staggered back, clawing at its face with jerky, uncoordinated movements. "WEAK POINT IDENTIFIED!" another scout announced, its voice cutting through the chaos. "OCULAR SENSORS VULNERABLE. ADJUSTING COMBAT PROTOCOLS. SHARING TACTICAL DATA."

The first scout fell for the lie without fault, already turning to head in the direction shown, but his teammate halted him with a firm hand to the shoulder. "I already went East. If the girl's sent was there, I'd kn-" a loud gurgle cut into his phrase, followed by the shock howl of his packmate as the scout fell to the ground, blood oozing from a fresh wound in his neck. "TRAITOR!" Realizing what was happening, the second scout barreled into Zak, sending them both tumbling to the ground. I quickly launched out of my hideout, but Zak was quick to kill his opponent, rising from the short fight with a mere cut beneath this eye.

After a long pause, Elliott said, “I’d go with the blue. It matches your eyes. Of course, you’ll have to buy some new drapes.” Slowly, Aaron shook his head before saying, “Thank you. Anyone have anything… helpful?” Aurora cleared her throat, and everyone turned to look at her. Cadence had a feeling she wanted to prove her value, and since she’d invited the other Hunter herself, she was hopeful whatever she was about to say would turn out to be both intelligent and meaningful. “Well, you said the yellow Xs are the last known indication of trackers we are no longer able to detect, right?” she asked. Aaron nodded. “And we don’t know if they’ve been removed or destroyed?”

' They both reply in unison. 'What do you need us to do?' 'Hunter, I need you to track Alpha Xander's movements. I want to know where he's been, where he is now, and what he plans to do. I want to know where he is every minute of every day.' 'Spencer, I need you to send out a tracking team to the location I send you. I need you to locate where Wynter went. This needs to be done immediately before her scent fades. Don't use the trackers from Blood Moon. Contact my sister, her pack is both closer, and their trackers are more skilled. Less chance of Alpha Xander being able to track our movements.'

Grayson says, his upper lip curling in disdain. “It certainly is a possibility. The council is reviewing all facets and we have dispatched the TRACERS to find Alec.” The Tactical Response And Code Enforcement Rangers Squad, or the TRACERS are an elite group of highly skilled warriors that are on reserve for extreme occasions. They are employed by the Great Council and reside in Green Hill, when they aren’t on special missions they are rotated through normal patrol for the Green Hill pack.

"We are yet to find out, but I suspect they're Black Scorpions." "Black Scorpions? Are you sure?" Stallion inquired. "Yes, well....I think so. Andre Scorpion is awake and he may have made a few calls. Who else would dare?" "I see. Alright... Sniper will gather so many men in no time. Backup should be here soon. For now, take cover, and I'll eliminate the threat." The underling retreated into the house and took cover beside Bryce, who Stallion had already instructed to find a hiding place.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 14✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "It seems like someone is trailing us". "Huh?". "The car at the back ... I think its following us". He suggested. I look back. "Oh Shit!!".

To know that, you had to be one of them. And Aaron had known. It made his supply connections make sense, his survival skills, the way he used a weapon. But the rest? Scorchers stuck together in packs of at least five and never hunted on their own. True, Dave and Stuart had been with him, but - Dave! Was poor sweet Dave a Scorcher too? I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. That wasn't my only problem. Aaron knew about Lillith and he would've told the others everything by now. Scorchers didn't keep secrets from each other, they were one mind amidst hundreds of bodies.

Bentley and Garrett were his best friends in high school - out of all the other guys they were closest to him so they were devastated too. Chase became an amazing architect and spent a lot of time travelling around the world to study and discover ancient architect and artefacts and then later on settled in Belgium where he continued working with architect and construction and met a girl named Sabrina. Sabrina was a high school history teacher and she and Chase found themselves quite interested in each other and now are married. They also adopted a little boy who is now eight.