Scouts Salute Aot Novels & Stories

“A tracker is already hunting for the humans, but there’s no word so far. When Caleb gets here, he’ll probably follow.” “When was the last time you heard from Dad?” Nick asked. “This morning. He told us to watch...” The scout's voice trailed off as he looked at him and the Ava. “We had a few tasks to complete,” he finished. They had obviously been sworn to secrecy, too. “Where are the hunters?” Ava asked. The scout’s eyebrows rose as he looked at Ava and then turned his questioning gaze on Nate. “We should wait for Caleb and Beta Michael. You kids need to head back home; it’s not safe out here right now,” the scout said.

He shakes his head somberly, looking again at our dead human, “but if they want to talk to me or my patrols, we’re happy to help. Just let me know.” “Will do. Before you head back to your packhouse, have Tasha and Channing take you to where the scents are the strongest so you can get the smell for yourself.” I say nodding to my two top trackers. “They’d be happy to show your own trackers where the scents are too.” “That’s great, thank you, Alpha.” He turns to Tasha and Channing, “Lead the way!” As the three of them begin walking off, he looks back over his shoulder, “see you in a few hours, Alpha Scarlett. And thanks again.”

Scout Caleb said and Ava's face was instantly drained. What if the scouts find him where she had left him and they manage to take him away from her? No, she cannot allow that to happen. Ava started walking away but Scout Caleb chased after her. "What? Why are you following me? Are you stalking me?" Ava asked. "Of course not. Anyway, if you ever meet Alpha Kane, tell him that the pack is loyal to him. The pack hates Luna Cynthia and Alpha Ian because of their ruthless leadership and he better come to save them. This is what his dad would expect from him," Scout Caleb advised before setting Ava free.

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

“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.

He had worked hard, and now he was trusted by all. Then came the most important part of the day. An ancient scroll was brought forward. Alec, Delilah, Maxwell, Amanok, and all the other leaders stood in a circle. They placed their hands on the scroll and repeated the sacred words: "We swear an eternal oath. To protect all life. To guard peace. To stand together, no matter the storm." A light burst from the scroll and floated into the sky. It was a sign. The gods had accepted the promise.

​The scout crumples instantly. ​Atlas stands over the body, his chest heaving, his muzzle stained red. He lets out a thunderous, vibrating roar through the pack link—an absolute command that physically shakes the morning air. “LIORA!” His massive form turns, becoming a living wall between me and the dark treeline. The mate bond flares like a silver flame. Atlas’s roar acts as a grounding counter-weight to Aria’s panicked cry. ​He shifts back in a fluid, breathless rush.

The scout who know from Aurelia that the thing in the police hand is a weapon called a gun thought that it was a challenge so he beat up the polices too. The police who got beaten up to a pulp push an emergency signal button and call for reinforcement, then the special police force comes and starts to surround the scout. The fight broke out, the police special force got beaten up and the hunt began as the scout started to feel annoyed and flew up to the sky.

Heavy machinery rumbled back and forth behind a row of volunteers, shaving the earth into level banks for the future bitumen. Aurora inhaled the warm, red-tinged air and let Sam’s aura ripple gently around her just enough to keep both babies soothed, without disturbing the workers. She offered quiet smiles and nods as she passed the first group of pack scouts, their sweat-darkened shirts sticking to their backs but their faces bright with purpose. “Hello, Luna!” one of them called, setting down his grader to bow. Aurora inclined her head. “How goes the prep?”

“Kyla is my lover, and the two are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kyla once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two leaders like them could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the leaders and Dereck are here now.”