Novel & Cerita Scouts Regiment

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

Maya's POV The scout is breathing hard, his face pale and hands trembling. I found him at the eastern gate, hunched over, sweat pouring down his face. He’d been running all night without a break. “Report.” My voice comes out sharper than I intended. He straightens up. “Rogues. Hundreds of them. Gathering in the valley east of the Bloodmoon border.” Chills run down my spine. “Hundreds?” “Maybe more. They’re organized, armored. Someone’s leading them.”

A scout swooped down from the cliffs above, panic evident in his voice. “They’re here,” he gasped. “The Hunters — they’re marching under Thorne’s banner!” A murmur spread through the troops, the tension breaking into low growls. I urged my horse forward, my voice cutting through the chaos like thunder. “Form ranks! Shields to the front!” The soldiers moved as one, decades of discipline taking over. Lyrein rode up beside me, his amber eyes fierce, his sword glinting in the dim light. “They’ve got numbers,” he muttered. “And something else… something dark.”

The general, like all members of the West Wood Pack, held Zeke in high esteem, recognizing his reliability and leadership. Zeke pulled his gaze from the map, his expression unwavering. “Did you encounter any trouble? Rogues?” “Fortunately, no rogues were spotted today, but to be safe, I’ve dispatched six scouts to monitor the surrounding areas. We’ll be alerted if there’s any sign of trouble,” Gregor replied, his voice steady with assurance. Zeke nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the general's diligence. He rolled up the map and placed it in a large pouch. “I’ll be in my quarters. Call me if anything arises.”

"No, we do send out scouts to search around but they can't go too far because they need to search around and protect the pack." "Fine, what's the other news?" I rubbed at the bridge of my nose, ready to get this done with already. "We have word that the Regent Pack is laying claims of war over our pack. The reason being we brought war to their territory and now they're wanting blood." I let out a snort of disbelief, looking at Daniel. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

“Scouts report their numbers have more than doubled in the last two days alone.” Lucas grunted, leaning over the map. “They’re forming an army.” Lyra’s stomach tightened. “How big?” Her father’s jaw clenched. “Big enough to take down any pack if they attacked directly.” A murmur of agreement spread through the room. It seemed they had enough evidence to support the theory. Lyra swallowed. “Then why haven’t they?” “Because they’re not disciplined,” Mira said. “They’re strong, but uncoordinated. They fight like wild animals, not soldiers. They can’t overthrow a pack like that, and that’s our advantage.”

Maybe the Alpha saw it fit to do this because he had his cousin as beta. “They have been here since their arrival, waiting for you.” Said Callawn, “Whenever you're ready, cousin.” He added, standing next to Regan. Regan scanned the men closely, their foreign scents filling his nose. He knew when he marked them and pronounced them Cresthowl pack warriors, they would have his pack’s scent. “Let us begin.” He said and immediately, Callawn waved his hand at the warriors. They all began to march down from the boats in an orderly manner.

The same mark I had left for Sera. I turned it over slowly between my fingers. Most people believed the Borderland Scouts were ordinary humans who simply knew the forests better than everyone else. That had always been the safest lie. The truth was far more complicated. The Scouts existed long before the war between humans and wolves began. They had walked these lands before either kingdom claimed ownership of them. Their duty had never been to choose sides. It had always been to protect something far older than both races. Very few of us remained now. I wasn't even sure whether I was the last Scout still following that oath. The others had disappeared one after another over the years. Some

Michael was having a hard time waiting, especially since they were a mated and marked pair. Brett had been promoted to lead scout and had been engaged in training other wolves to be scouts, as well as going on his own scouting missions. Typically, warriors were sent out to scout, but Brett’s unique abilities in both areas have shown to be quite useful, and Callan had been working to find those within the pack that would make good scouts.

By now, the regiment probably numbered less than eighty thousand. Since Selena and Sebastian still harbored the desire to seek justice for their fallen family members in Southern Mundra, there was no fear of rebellion for now. Wilfred had pondered long and hard. With Aurora, Yvette, and Qiana demonstrating such remarkable skill in commanding troops at Hartshire, it was clear that the Duke of Blackmoor's household possessed the capability to regain control of the Campbell Regiment. Such talent couldn't be ignored. "From this day forward, the command emblem of the Campbell Regiment shall be entrusted to you, Lena," Wilfred declared.