Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

"They think I will be crying and planing on how to come back to them, but no!" "Then remind them," Tristan said. "When the time is right, remind them all that they made a grave mistake." But before I could answer, a scream pierced the camp. We rushed outside and one of the scouts staggered in, blood pouring from his chest. "H-hunters…" he gasped. "Not soldiers…" Tristan caught him before he fell. "What is it?" The scout's lips trembled. "Shadows… monsters… sent by the Veylen lord himself." My blood ran cold.

“Someone is hurt.” “How did you know?” “Stop asking her,” Califf grunted at Kairo. “Can you tell where?” “Three o’clock.” I pointed directly to the right. “Don’t jump in there. There might be traps or something.” “She’s right,” Lyon agreed. “Check for broken twigs, leaves, and branches. Use your senses.” “If you smell something, use your pack link,” Califf told them. Zack told me Lyon was an expert in Scout and Raiden, too. Tor was an excellent hunter. That was why the two of them went ahead of us. Zack remained behind us.

Every time he caught a glimpse of an animal- a partridge or a grouse or, once, a fine young buck- it was either alread running or it took off the second he readied an arrow, no matter how quiet he was. Scar couldn’t understand it.She ’d been hunting ever since her father had taken her pudgy little toddler hands and shown her how to hold a bow she was too small to lift. She knew how to track. She knew how to move silently among the trees, but he was having as much luck as a ditch-digger trying to court a prince.

Only the rogues used it now. “Where did you find this?” I asked, my voice low. “Hidden under a tree stump, near the western watchtower,” the scout replied. “We were sweeping the area after the storm. It was placed there recently, maybe a day ago.” “Any scent?” He hesitated. “Two, Alpha. It's faint but recognizable.” My stomach tightened. “Who?” “Carla and Tracy.” For a heartbeat, I didn’t move. The only sound was the slow crackle of the lantern fire. Then I folded the note carefully, placed it on the table and exhaled once through my nose.

I shouted, tackling Elena as a dart whistled through the air where she'd been standing. Jax growled, shifting partially into his wolf form. "Where are they?" I drew my blades, eyes tracking the slight movement in the underbrush. "Three o'clock, two hostiles. More at our six." Tomas sniffed the air furiously. "I can't smell anything!" "Trust your eyes, not your nose," I directed, falling easily into combat mode. "Move in pairs, watch for traps underfoot." I barely finished speaking before the forest exploded in chaos. Syndicate scouts in black tactical gear swarmed from hidden places. These weren't killers like me—these were information gatherers, armed for defense rather than killing.

The tracker was the apex position of the inverted triangular position called by strategists as the echelon array. While the tracker was the leader of the hunt which all the members of the hunting team were following, all the other members of the team would leave a marked scent either on the trees, leaves, or stones. With this, they would be able to know if their target would stumble upon their range of hunt.

“You think the howl came from one of them?” “I don’t know.” Rowan shook his head. “We’re fighting hunters with silver weapons and an army. I don’t have time for fairy tales.” The scout spoke again. “There was something else.” Everyone looked at him. “What?” Rowan asked. The scout hesitated. “We found tracks.” Darian grinned. “Finally. Something useful.” “They weren’t human,” the scout said. “And not wolf either.” The courtyard fell silent again. “What do you mean?” I asked. The scout knelt and brushed snow aside with his hand.

The realization sinks heavy between us. “You’re sure,” he says. “I’m Sovereign,” I reply. “Certainty isn’t optional anymore.” A scream tears through the morning. Sharp. Human. The camp explodes into motion. Tristan is on his feet instantly, pulling me with him as wolves shift mid-stride, bones snapping, fur ripping free. Razorbacks draw weapons, forming a defensive arc. The scream comes again cut off abruptly. “East perimeter!” someone shouts. We move as one. The scene is chaos when we arrive. Snow churned red. A young scout lies crumpled near the treeline, eyes wide and glassy, throat torn open. His wolf flickers weakly before going still.

XAVIER Her scent was faint, hopefully it’s enough to follow. Goddess let it be enough. Following the scent to a hallway; it was faint yet again. Picking up another scent as well, “Tristen?” Honestly, I don’t care enough to find him at the moment, I won’t let her escape this time. I mind linked Skylar so he can track him. I don’t care that Adriel took over again, he’s on his own tonight.

they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it. "Wait till I catch you, you're a dead meat" as Satcey said that I began running around the sitting room with her chasing me. She chased until she got tired and gave up. "This isn't funny Whitney...waking someone up with cold water really" Erick yelled, only if he knew that it was more than just cold water. Stacey turned to stare at them and she burst into laughter, like who wouldn't? Mascara was trailing down their faces. The boys exchange confused looks with themselves.