Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

“By bleeding for me. Same as everyone else.” The door behind us opens. One of the guards leans in. “Boss….the scouts are back.” “Good.” Jaxon doesn’t look away from me. “Perfect timing.” He gestures to the wall map. I followed him. The territory is marked in grease pencil. There were roads, fuel stops, and safe houses. Then I see it. Moonstone….looking closer—it was Moonveil, my pack. My chest tightens so fast I almost choke. It’s circled with a red marker. It had been crossed through like a target that had already been hit.

The scent of damp earth and aggressive boy-musk rolled off him, thick and suffocating. Harrison stepped into my personal space, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed me whole. He smelled like cedarwood and a coming storm—the signature scent of the Cole lineage. “I’m the Lead Scout for this match. My word is Law of the Pack. You struck out, Cruz. Move your scrawny tail off the field.” “You’re cheating!” I barked, the vibration catching in my throat. I wasn’t shifted—none of us were at eleven—but the heat in my chest felt like liquid silver. “Just because your father runs the Northern Reach doesn’t mean you own the dirt we’re standing on.”

"Too bad for him, we hunt ghosts with thermal." "Grid is active," the tech said, turning the screen. "Zoom on the sedan," Hugo commanded. The tech tapped a key. A bright silhouette flared inside the car's outline. Right next to it on the passenger seat was another unmistakable, glowing shape. "Look at the seat," the tech pointed. "That heat signature? That’s a suppressed rifle. Ready to go." "Mark the bastard," Hugo snapped. "Get his coordinates." "Locked." Hugo nudged the scout with his boot. "The sweeper. What's he packing?"

Lance- let's I growl as I push our legs faster, trailing Zena's scent. Tiff and Clayton soon flank me. Lance- how many Zena. I am picking up three rogue scents, but I always double-check. Zena- three Lance. The pup is unconscious. Hurry, they are fast.

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.

As our heavy rover passes the ancient archive building, the local dispatch post, the tavern, and the pack market, every single head turns to track our scent. Perhaps the Nightclaw Rover is still far too loud for this small community. "Fuck," I whisper, my eyes locking onto the brush up ahead. "The crystal-feed sirens are already waiting on our trail." Sure enough, my eyes spot the rogue scouts holding long-lens devices, tracking our arrival like predators. Luka instantly dips his heavy shoulders down below the dashboard line, refusing to let their lenses capture his male face through the front glass.

“I have six scouts following the trail east. They’ll maintain distance and report back before engagement.” “Not distance,” Xavier said. “Close. I want them close enough to see exactly where they’re going and how many they’re dealing with.” “Xavier,” Aldric said carefully, “if the scouts get too close and the Crimson Wolves detect them, they might” “I know the risk. Close.” Aldric left without further argument.

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

“They know the scout is coming.” Matteo snorts. “I mean it is not exactly subtle.” The Custodian adds more detail. The scout has increased its velocity again. Severiel tilts his head slightly. “That is interesting.” Ezra glances at him. “What.” The angel points toward the projection. “It is not trying to avoid the coalition vessel.” The scout’s trajectory becomes a straight line. Direct. Aggressive. Matteo frowns. “That thing really wants to fight.” Severiel’s voice softens slightly.

“Jerry, I’m with you. I’m in this damn tunnel for you. Stop listening to that shard!” “Focus, Sasha,” Levin said, his voice hard. “You find them, confirm who this hunter is. No fighting. Scout only.” “Scout?” I laughed, bitter, my knife glinting in the dark. “Levin, if Tara’s here, she’s trouble. She doesn’t talk—she hunts. I can take her.” “No,” Levin snapped. “You’re pack now. You follow orders. Scout, report back.” “Orders?” I muttered, my voice low, moving forward. “I’m a hunter, Levin. I know these tunnels. If Tara’s with Brad, I can stop them.”