Scouts Salute Aot Novels & Stories

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”.

That way , we'll be sure nothing gets leaked. “That's not a bad idea but we need to act fast. I just have a bad feeling about this. Men like Arseni have no humane feelings. In his bid to frustrate and scare Massimo, he might touch the boy.” I sighed. As I spoke, I noticed his furiously Sal typed on his screen. “I've already sent a message to Scout. He'll round up the rest of the men in an hour and get to it. They'll only observe from afar and intercept if need be. Everything would be fine at a distance.” Sal said.

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."

“Six. Maybe more in the treeline I couldn’t see.” “Did they engage?” The scout’s face tightened with pain and something else, fear, maybe, or the particular helplessness of having barely survived something. “They didn’t attack me directly. They let me see them. Let me get close enough to confirm their numbers, their formation. Then one of them…” He paused, swallowing hard. “One of them said a message. For you specifically.” “What message?” “He said: ‘Tell your Alpha that Alpha Voss extends his hospitality. The boy would find our territory… educational. Tell him the offer remains open, but patience has limits.’”

“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.”

The scout was caught just past the southern ridge, moving carefully, dressed in neutral colors but carrying the scent of Blood Moon beneath it all. They dragged him in alive and he just stood there, calm, like a man who had already accepted the outcome. I dismissed everyone except Rafaello and two guards. “What message did he carry,” I asked. Rafaello held up a sealed strip of dark leather, marked with the Blood Moon insignia. “Read it,” I ordered. He broke the seal and his eyes darkened as he scanned the words. “Well?” I demanded. Rafaello swallowed. “It’s a formal declaration.”

Scarlet reaches out and squeezes my hand, silently reassuring me, before I focus on my grandfather. “When you’re ready, Sloane,” he says. “I, Alpha Sloane Hartwell, to hereby swear my loyalty to this pack. I promise to love, honor, and protect them for all of my days. I will be their strength when they are feeling weak. I will be their shoulder when they need to cry. I will be their sounding board when they need to vent. I will be a leader they can respect and will willingly follow. I swear this before you, Alpha Waylon, your pack, my family, friends, witnesses, and the Moon Goddess herself,” I say.

Even the doubters watched. “I won’t promise perfection,” Tristan said. “I won’t pretend this unity won’t be tested, but I will stand here, beside my Luna, beside my son, and say this, we will not fall back into the old ways. We will build something worth passing down to our future generations.” He raised his glass again. “To the United packs.” And they echoed him. “To the United packs.” The fire roared higher. The music began. Wolves shifted into their other forms and danced beneath the moonlight in celebration. But at the edge of the crowd, one scout stood still. Watching the woods. He turned to his commander, voice low.