Novel & Cerita Scouts Regiment

"And that's not all. I've discovered multiple rogue scout positions surrounding Swift River territory—at least six encampments with four to five warriors each." "That's far too many for a standard raid," I said, my mind racing with implications. "Twenty-five or thirty rogues... this is a coordinated force." Kane nodded, his amber eyes reflecting the moonlight filtering through the window. "Exactly. This is coordinated, strategic positioning. These aren't random rogues—they're organized, disciplined, and clearly following someone's command."

The sound rolled across the valley like thunder. Every wolf in the compound froze. Warriors rushed from their barracks. Guards drew their weapons. Gabriel ran into the courtyard. "What is happening?" A scout sprinted through the main gates, his wolf still partially shifted, chest heaving from exhaustion. He barely managed to speak. "They're here..." Beauty stepped forward. "Who?" The scout looked directly at her, terror filling his eyes. "The Northern Packs." "They're marching under a banner no one has seen in over two hundred years."

Scouts prepared methodically for their rotations, checking weapons and memorizing patrol routes with the quiet professionalism that kept us all safe. Everyone here had a place, a clearly defined role that utilized their unique strengths and honored their individual worth. Everyone had a purpose that went beyond mere survival. I made absolutely sure of it, because I remembered too well what it felt like to be adrift, to question your own value. No one under my protection would ever feel discarded like yesterday's refuse, forgotten like a name carved on a weathered headstone, or treated as somehow lesser because of circumstances beyond their control. Not under my rule.