Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

The job was dangerous, as scouts often had to infiltrate enemy territory and become secret, hard-to-find intelligence. Scouts are low in the werewolf hierarchy, but their role is crucial to a pack's survival. Scouts ensure that the Blood Moon pack has easy access to natural resources and food in their territory or other territories they control. Much like the Watchers, they are also often sensitive to potential dangers. It is important to note that while territory expansion is necessary for their pack's survival, they don't always take it by force. Some pack will negotiate with others to share what they are lacking, and to live together in peace.

A scout. He looked no older than twenty, but his eyes were wide with panic. “Alpha! Luna!” he shouted before he even reached the clearing. Draven appeared from the treeline, already halfway toward us. “What is it?” The scout bowed, breathless. “Movement near the eastern border. Rogues. Not just a few. Dozens. The sentries say they’re scattered, but coordinated. There’s… there's a symbol marked on their gear.” Draven stilled. “What symbol?”

— a rank of werewolves who are assigned to search for missing people. Aside from searching for missing people, a scout’s job also includes gathering information or intel inside and outside the Pack to gain knowledge and formulate a strategic plan based on the information gathered. In the human world, they are somewhat equivalent to spies or the CIA. Only the Nightshade Pack has such a rank in their Pack. That rank was only invented as a solution to have a specific team of experts whose main goal is to search for their missing Luna or Sebastian’s sister. The scouts of Nightshade Pack are highly trained, and they are experts when it comes to searching for information and even people. With the

Scouts moved ahead disguised as merchants and travelers. No banners were flown and no insignias worn. To the outside world, they were simply a large convoy moving east. On the third morning, as fog clung low to the ground, the lead scouts signaled a halt. Gavriel stiffened instantly. “What is it?” he asked, stepping down from the carriage. “A lone wanderer,” one of the men reported. “Unarmed. Standing on the road ahead.” Gavriel’s eyes narrowed. He motioned for two soldiers to stay close as he approached.

“Commander Yorkshire, I want to know if all your people have assembled. If you’re done, I think it's time for us to head out.” Although Lorna was talking to Cougar, her eyes were fixed on Philip. Cougar said heartily, “We’re all prepared, just waiting to head out!” Hearing that, Lorna said with a smile, “Okay then, please send your scout team ahead!” The scout team was responsible for detecting dangers and finding the correct route for the group at large. Cougar immediately selected two scout teams and said, “You two teams, follow Commander Finn's scout team and head into the depths!”

I signaled the scouts to come closer, and they rode up alongside me, their horses matching the pace of mine. "Let's take a moment to discuss the structure of the Swiftclaw camp," I said, my voice low but determined. "We need to know their layout, the number of guards, and any possible weak points we can exploit." Sage nodded, and the other scouts listened attentively. I appreciated their focus and dedication; their experience would prove invaluable in this crucial planning phase.

I’ll also be training with Aspen on a daily basis to ensure I can protect myself in my human form and I’ll be training with auntie Kat or mom in my dragon form. “Some one is eager to get started,” teases uncle Mark. “I didn’t want to be late on my first day.” “Well you’re definitely not late. The scouts will be here in half an hour. I got breakfast on it’s way.” “So what are we doing here so early?” “Us leaders meet before the scouts arrive to determine where we need to send them. That and I wanted to show you where everything is at.” Uncle Mark shows me various maps of each realm, check off sheets for supplies and current goals for the scouts. Every wall is covered with pictures scouts have

His cheeks were flush with life as he spoke, and it was almost impossible to believe that he was the very person who had been fighting for his life weeks before, kissing the edge of death. “But doesn't that put the scouts at risk?” asked Shaun, seated to my left at the edge of the meeting table. “We're trying to investigate the claims that there are rogues roaming the edge of the Southern Packs—our neighbours. We wouldn't want to send the scouts straight into danger.” “We wouldn't be. They're trained for this kind of missions. All they need to do is confirm if the news are true and report back. Even footprints are enough to prove these claims.”

The sun was hot, the air was dry, and the wait went on. * * * The armor was dug in behind a screen of low lying hills. The force consisted of thirty scout cars, forty six self propelled weapons platforms, ten 122mm multiple rocket launchers, twenty five heavy St. James tanks, forty nine mostly soft skinned support vehicles, and a company of infantry, all of whom were, or had been, members of the first REC, the Legion's legendary cavalry regiment. They were extremely very difficult to see, thanks to the fact that all of the vehicles wore camouflage and most were dug in. A clump of palm trees provided shade, and the tarps strung between provided more.

None of them looked prepared to work today, but as Alpha Oliver always said, this was the job we trained our hardest for in the hopes to never need. ‘Scouts are not warriors, but we are the first line of offense,’ I told the group through the mindlink. ‘Staying quiet and staying hidden are imperative, and we must be able to defend ourselves should the situation arise.’ I looked around, making sure they were all still paying attention. ‘Attack the training grounds. Now.’ I hung back as they started off with minimal grumbling. Cody’s sandy blond wolf brushed against me, giving me a nod of approval. Either the scouts had hidden talents, or the warriors were exceptionally bad. Twelve scouts plus