Novel & Cerita Scouts Regiment

Before I had the time to get what she was talking about, quick steps reached our ears. The doors burst open. The scout who first saw Rex the silvery wolf from the eastern patrol came in, panting heavily. His boots were caked with mud and there were new cuts all over his forearms as if the branches had tried to keep him back. “Alpha…” He sank down to one knee before Kieran. “We found them.” All conversations stopped immediately. Kieran approached the scout. “The rogue camp?” Kieran asked. The scout shook his head. “Worse.”

"The scouts didn't return. It has been four hours since the last report." I looked toward the dark tree line. The moon was hidden behind a thick, suffocating blanket of clouds, making the forest look like a wall of solid ink. My scouts were the best men in the Blackwood Legion. They were experts in tracking and survival. They did not get lost. They did not stop reporting unless they were dead. "Take ten men," I ordered, my grip tightening on the reins. "Find them, and find out what is happening out there." "Highness, if the patrols are dead, sending more men is a waste," Kaelin argued, his eyes fixed on the shadows. "Whatever is out there, it’s not just a few stragglers. It feels like an org

I asked him, but he said nothing, his gaze intensely glued in the direction of the first howling. "Let's move, now!" He nudged me as we moved with quick strips. "What the hell just happened?" I gasped for breathing. "They are Scouts." He finally answered. "Crescent Hollow had its a different kind of rogues. Judging from the population, not all of them are friendly." "Who's their leader?" I asked "Mara Veyra," he replied, his tone showing both respect and a hint of fear. "If she decides you are worth keeping, you will live...if not..." He didn't finish, and I knew what that means. I was walking into the lion's den!

A full conversation without words. “We’re going to make it through this, Lenora.” Bronx adjusts his eye patch. “Yeah, we will. There’s one other thing I need to do, though.” “What are we forgetting?” Milo furrows his brow. I purse my lips and let the pressure of my Luna tone build in my throat before I speak again. “Alpha Regent Scion Bronx Andreas Mason, Beta Regent Milo Emory Stone, Gamma Regent Reggie Adam Slater, and Gamma Regent Ashley Margaret English, as your Luna, I order you to stay in the packhouse if enemy troops invade Blood River pack territory. The guys are not to leave the hospital wing. None of you are to leave the packhouse until the battle is over.”

And worse, he knew exactly where our defenses were weakest. With the warriors gathering, I shifted my focus back to the scout. “Tell me everything,” I demanded. “What did you see?” “They’re not like the usual rogues,” the scout said quickly. “They’re moving in groups, coordinated. It’s almost like they’re a trained force. They’re targeting key posts along the northern border, systematically wiping them out.”

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?”

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.