Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

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.

He pulled out a small device from his pack, attaching it to the wall. “What’s that?” Drake whispered. “Scanner,” Damian replied. “It’ll map the area and flag any hidden traps or heat signatures.” The device beeped softly as it began its sweep. A holographic map appeared on Damian’s handheld screen, showing the layout of the corridor and the rooms beyond. “Two guards stationed up ahead,” he said, studying the map. “And there’s a vent system that runs parallel to the corridor. If we can get inside, we can bypass them entirely.”

“We use 4D projections, moving targets.” Valeria presses a button, a projection flees in front of us, a faceless figure running around until she shoots the target, and it disintegrates into cubes. “Think you can handle that? It requires fast reflexes that humans don’t have.” She continuously berated. My heart pounded with excitement, electricity sparking in my veins as I curled my fingers around the rifle. Delicately tracing the cartridge, lifting it in my arms and indulging in its lightweight and efficiency. A Scorpion, semi rifle and those were of the top range. Only the elite were granted access, and I knew that from working for Nathan. She slid the magazine over and I took out the bullet

Close enough that we could see their equipment, their dark uniforms, the way they moved with practiced, dangerous skill. They stopped. One of them turned, looking directly down toward the slope where we lay hidden. My heart hammered in my chest. I felt the cold rock against my cheek. I felt Theron’s hand resting gently but firmly on my back, reassuring me, telling me to stay still. The scout stood there for a long moment, sweeping the ground below with his gaze. He was looking for movement. For color. For anything that did not belong. He was looking for us. But he was looking for something that did not know the mountain. He was looking for something that looked out of place.

The Alpha who'd faced Killian in the duel without flinching, who'd stood in the Council chamber and told Voss's emissary that his son was not a bargaining chip, that same man was shaking. He set the shoe down on the table. His hand was steady again when he did it. But she'd seen it. The crack. "Aldric," he said. "Already tracking," Aldric said from the doorway. "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

Sniper rounds wouldn't even scratch the surface of it. "Let's move out," I said, making sure to move slowly enough that we didn't lose contact. "Wait!" Xander jerked back. "Up top!" Scarlet screamed at the same time. Xander jumped back behind the wall. "You hit?" I asked Xander through our implant link. Scarlet, Ransom, and I were running to the truck. "I'm good. We forgot Scarlet's stuff." "Give me two. I'll get them in the truck. Come back for you."

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.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.