Scouts Salute Aot Novels & Stories

“What symbol?” The scout hesitated, then said, “A broken flame. Carved into leather.” My breath caught. Kael. It had to be. Draven exchanged a glance with me, his jaw set. “Get every patrol leader in position,” he said. “And prepare the eastern defenses. Quietly. No full alarm unless they breach.” The scout nodded and ran. Auren looked at both of us, sensing the shift in the air. “What’s happening?” I knelt and brushed the hair back from his face.

My father gave it to me the night I inherited the title, pressing it into my palm with a look that said more than any oath. I tuck it into the sheath at my hip, let the weight remind me of what I am. “Standard formation,” I say. “Tessa, you take the right. Luka left. Scouts in diamond. I’ll be at point. We move silent until we have visual, then you follow my lead.” Tessa and Luka exchange a glance—less about trust, more about who gets first crack. The scouts, both named something with too many consonants, simply nod and slip into the snow like ghosts. They’ve done this before.

Alpha Arthur told one of the Scouts. "All right, Alpha Arthur, what information do you need? Or what should I do other than follow them?" the Scout asked. Alpha Arthur then explained the scout's job, which was to take pictures of them when they were at the Hola Bella Bar. Then eavesdrop on their conversation. "Make sure your cover isn't blown!" Alpha Arthur advised the scout. The scout nodded and went about his business. A few hours later, the scout arrived at the Hola Bella Bar. He wandered around looking for Elena, Sofia, and Hailey. He sat in front of the bartender's table and ordered a drink, not stopping to look around.

Still mine. “Form a half-moon,” I said. “Lira on my left, Varyn on my right. Scouts take the rear, eyes high. If the sky changes, shout. If the ground talks, do not answer.” Lumi thrust her stick into a loop on her belt like a general she’d studied and outgrown. “And me?” “You stay touching someone at all times.” She blinked. “Wow. Romance.” “Insurance,” I said. She slipped her small hand into mine, and the stupid, cracked thing in my chest stopped trying to climb out. “Fine. But if I get turned into a solar pancake, I’m haunting your throne.”

Scouts ventured deeper into the woods, tracking unfamiliar scents and looking out for tire treads. Each clan had responded differently—yet all responded. In Andalonne, Alpha Billam had issued nightly drills. Warriors sparred with silver-colored wooden rods to prepare their reflexes for unnatural pain. Mothers trained their pups to recognize foreign smells—engine oil, exhaust, and metal. Children repeated warning chants before bedtime, reciting the color and shape of human vehicles drawn on scrolls and nailed to their doors. In Galenstar Alpha Renosh had overseen the erection of high watchtowers of stone, lantern-lit by fireflies. Ravenhurst had developed a three-howls alarm system—low howl f

He waved a hand dismissively before gesturing toward the city gates, where armored guards were carefully examining travelers and their goods as they entered the city. "Besides, I'll be on my absolute best behavior today. For Eirene's educational benefit. Scout's honor!" Artemis raised an eyebrow as she passed him. "Since when were you a scout?" "Since I decided it sounds impressive!" he shot back with a grin, falling into step beside her as they approached the guards.

So proud of him finally moving from the shadows into the light, showing everyone what a truly great guy he really is! “Eyes only,” I remind myself aloud, because Roan is pacing. “We’re waiting.” “Copy,” Talon, my lead on A-Team, whispers into the mic. We opted for using mics on site because we don’t know what the witches are up to or if they’ll block our mindlink at some point. “The driver is smoking. The passenger is on his phone. I can take them both before either blinks.” “Don’t,” I say. He sighs at exactly the same time I do. None of us are good at waiting, but we do it anyway. We are here as scouts for now, and to report back, making sure no lice make it through the cracks.

"Naomi, let's form a group!" "Oh… Okay." Naomi nodded. After all, she had partnered up with Robin previously. Besides, she was unfamiliar with the other guys there. "That's great. If we join forces, we'll win again!" Robin smiled. His eyes formed a nice-looking curve. Yanne stood behind them with an ambiguous glare. A moment later, she smiled maliciously. "Okay, now that you've formed your teams, please come here to collect your equipment! "Everyone, please be cautious. There are small and medium-sized wild beasts on Mount Aeolus. Don't step out of the range stated on the map! If there's any problem, please contact us with the walkie-talkie!"

But before panic can take root among the allied packs, I refuse to let fear rob us of our hard-fought victory. I drop to my knees in front of my beautiful mate Aichonne, ignoring the distant omen to howl my true devotion to the sky while the assembly erupts into a roaring chorus of loyalty. My voice rises up first, a deep, resonant alpha call that vibrates through the frozen stones of the summit, carrying every ounce of my soul, my loyalty, and my undying love for my mate and our people.

“Both young. One too burned to shift. The other… she won’t speak.” Jaxon stood behind her, his face unreadable. Kade’s arms were crossed tightly, knuckles white against the hilt of his sword. “Their markings?” Racheal asked. “Flame-bound,” the scout said quietly. “Wearing black. Chanting in tongues. They left a mark in blood on the altar stone.” He unrolled a scroll and laid it before her. A sigil drawn in dried red—half a crescent, half a flame, and in the center, an eye.