Scouts Regiment Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

"What are they doing?" "Organizing," the scout said. "Training, from what little we observed before we withdrew. Defending territory that isn't theirs to claim, driving off smaller enemy patrols before they can reach nearby settlements." He hesitated, and I felt the weight of whatever he was about to say settle heavy in the room before he even spoke it. "And Alpha, there's something else. We recovered a banner from a skirmish two days ago. Enemy forces, retreating from an engagement they clearly lost." He held it out, and I took it, my hands going still the instant I saw what had been stamped into the fabric's edge, crude but unmistakable, silver against black, a flame folded around a cresce

Osiris asked the Council of Pack. McGarret Clawfish stood from his chair, “Scouts.” “Please elaborate.” Kane said as he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. “The Council has decided that we should have five teams of four wolves that go to the factions, Royal Pack, and Crescent Blue Moon lands. We would like Scout teams to do periodic check-ups. We would like the teams to be rotating teams. Meaning the team members themselves get rotated to different teams after a full scout session and the teams, as a whole, get rotated between the factions and other pack lands. This way no faction, or pack area, can cover up any wrong doings. This would also help keep all of us in the main pack inf

Jackson asks, looking around at the group. As one, they all chant “yes sir!” and break into two smaller groups with Jesse and another Cadet standing to the side. “What’s happening?” I whisper to Rafe, curious. “Two strike teams,” he murmurs, bending to the side a little towards me as he gestures towards the two groups of Cadets. “One advance and one reserve. And then Jesse,” he says, pointing to our cousin, who is crouching by the supplies and strapping on his own set of weapons, “is advance scout.”