Scouts Salute Aot Novels & Stories

Chapter 73 The New Scout. As Finrir concludes his oath, his piercing gaze turns to Tritan's wounded arm. With utmost care, he lifts Tritan's wrist to his eyes, where the heartfelt tears continue to seep, their milky white hue dispersing in the water. The healing properties of these tears work their magic, closing and mending the small wounds with a gentle touch. The sensation of warmth and restoration spreads through Tritan's arm, an affirmation of Finrir's emotional connection and his unwavering commitment.

This will make them the best trackers we have now as well. Uncle Mark let’s me lead in informing the scouts where they will be going and the goal for today. The goal is to outline the realm as much as possible but we also need an outline of where Alastor is operating. Those creatures we keep running into are strong and hard to kill. “Be careful. Do not take any risks. Teleport home immediately should you run into danger. I don’t want anyone taken prisoner,” I say to the group. There is a collective ‘yes ma’ams’ as the scouts stand and gather their gear. Shifting is a last resort since it’s easier to hide in our human forms. I say a quick prayer to Ryuu to watch out for these guys as they dis

I told her. It wasn’t long after a soft chime went off, signaling us for lunch. Rachel and I were called over to our respective squads just so we can be accounted for before they let us leave. Jack was sweating when I arrived and stood beside him as we both faced Skyr. “Miss Nathalia, as an official part of the front, you have to learn of our salute.” He says. “Like this?” I asked and did the salute that I remembered what Hazhar had taught me. Making a fist and touching my left shoulder, then raising my right elbow to align with my right shoulder.

I closed my eyes and let more memories come, unbidden. I pictured the oath I had sworn at the altar of my ancestors while silver and blood…crimson red, mingled in the moonlight. “I will protect the kingdom…I will protect the life that is pure…I will not falter”. That was exactly what I had said when taking the oath. And I planned on keeping it. The chief scout walked up to me and bowed slightly. “Alpha, scouts have been deployed to both the north, west, south, and East borders”. I nodded. “Make sure to send back reports. I'm going back to the pack”.

The atmosphere in the clearing was charged with anticipation as they readied themselves for the journey ahead. On the morning of the mission, Blair gathered the scouts around the fire, her heart heavy with concern. “You are our eyes and ears beyond the borders,” she said, her voice steady. “Remember to stay vigilant and communicate with one another. If you encounter any danger, retreat and report back immediately. Your safety is our top priority.” The scouts nodded, their expressions serious as they prepared to embark on their mission. Blair watched as they set off, a mixture of pride and worry swelling within her. They were brave, and she knew they would do everything in their power to prot

A weapon. A savior. A destroyer. Rebecca could be any of them. The question was which one would arrive first. The tent cloth opened again. Another scout entered. This one looked nervous. "My Alpha." I turned. "What?" The scout swallowed hard. "One of our spies observed Garrick's men meeting with a hooded figure." Selene immediately straightened. "Whose?" I asked, clenching my fist. "We don't know." The scout hesitated. "But witnesses claim the figure carried the crescent symbol."

the scout says, producing a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, hands slightly unsteady as he passes it across the table. Kaelan unfolds it, and I lean in close enough to see the rough charcoal sketch — an insignia, hastily rendered but clear enough in its basic shape. Interlocking crescents, elegant even in the scout's imperfect recreation, though something about the design feels sharper than I remember, angles more aggressive, the original elegance twisted into something considerably more menacing. My breath catches. "That's Selene's seal."

“Three that we saw. Maybe more further back.” “And?” “They didn’t attack,” the scout said. “They just… watched.” That matched the pattern. Ryan exchanged a look with Caleb. “Did they say anything?” Ryan asked. The scout nodded. “Just one thing.” A pause. “They said this territory should prepare for a summons.” Silence hit the room. Caleb let out a quiet breath. “That’s not good.” Ryan’s jaw tightened slightly. “A summons from who?” he asked. “They didn’t say,” the scout replied. “But they sounded like it wasn’t optional.”

Scout licked his cheek again, and he managed a wobbly smile. I straightened and turned back to the handler. "We're done here." As we walked back to the car, Leo held Scout's leash tightly, and she trotted beside him, tail wagging. She looked calm, unbothered, maybe even a little smug. Mr Vance spoke quietly as we reached the vehicle. "She may not be a guard dog, sir. But her loyalty to the boy is unmistakable." And that, apparently, was going to be enough.

The quiet, reserved knock indicated that Scout had gotten the message and reported for duty. She opened the door. He looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes as he waited to see what she wanted. She giggled. Hugging him, she told him what she wanted. “Tomorrow, Octavio of the council is coming. I am going to meet him at the airport, and Doctor Cayden will be here with Corvin. I need you to be here.” She whispered. Standing up, she watched him for his reaction. He no longer looked so bleak as a giant smile formed on his face.