Tf2 Comics Scout Novels & Stories

It was soft at first, hesitant, almost like whoever was on the other side wasn’t sure if they were allowed to interrupt, and Liam’s eyes flicked toward the door as he moved to open it without hesitation. A scout stood there, young and panting, dust on his boots, sweat lining his brow, and something about the way his hands trembled made my heart slam into my ribs even before he opened his mouth. “Alpha Liam,” he said breathlessly. “Forgive the intrusion, but I bring word from the southern ridge.” Liam’s voice was instantly serious. “Speak.” The scout looked at me, hesitating, like he wasn’t sure if I should be told, and I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes. “Whatever you have to say, say it.”

“Observe. Respond. Endure. Awareness threads through heat, scrutiny, and desire. Even under their gaze, you are theirs completely.” The scouts exchanged glances. Hesitation flickered in their eyes. They had arrived with bold intent, but the triad’s overwhelming presence, the visible marks of layered claiming, and the unwavering control left no room for challenge. The taller scout’s smirk faded. He muttered something low to his companion, then both slowly retreated. Their steps were measured and reluctant, the door closing behind them with a heavy thud that left the den thick with silent acknowledgment.

"Tiffany, actually, why are you following?” The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smile. "I know what you are, even if you don't yet." “Ok, this is getting weird, I’m going to leave now, you’re starting to freak me out,” I said. -Nice job, she has no idea what we are or who we are to her, and you went too hard and heavy. We’re going to have to turn it down a bit.- Storm points out. *Alpha, we have a probability that there are scouts here from the Moonheart and Thompson packs, both watching that girl you just spoke to.* A mind-link came through from Clint’s Delta Reed.

There was a metallic click sound on rocks. The eyes of Tyra opened. “They discovered us.” I could see movement of trees through the broken windows. Black figures falling down, coming down to the ground with no sound. Council Scouts. Their metal limbs shone in the dark, and their faces were covered by black visors. The latter one knelt and examined the ground with a sort of instrument. It stopped and cocked its head. Then it said into a communicator, “Target found, everything is united, communicate in thirty seconds."

A Red Fang scout, young, reckless, crossed the line chasing a deer. He didn’t make it three steps onto River Claw ground before two River Claw wolves had him pinned, teeth at his throat. Luna got there before blood was drawn. “Release him,” Luna said. Her voice didn’t shake. The River Claw wolf holding the scout looked at her, then at the council witness fifty yards back, then let go. The scout scrambled back over the line, shaking, furious. Luna didn’t yell at him. She didn’t need to. The shame was worse.

"The bitch is wounded. She won't go far." "What about the wolf?" The second one stayed near the path, his light dancing over the obsidian floor. "Command said it’s a terraformer. If that thing sneezes, this whole island goes into a deep freeze." "Then don't let it sneeze. Kill the brat on sight." They passed my hiding spot. I watched their heels move past my eyes. Five feet. Three feet. The lead scout stopped right in front of the crevice where I’d shoved Dante. He tilted his head, his orange goggles flaring as he adjusted the focus.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

"Bring in the supplies. All of them." He looked back at me, his expression still hard but less hostile. "You're in luck. We're Wood Pack scouts, and Tessa here is a healer." His eyes narrowed again. "But if you're lying about Rennick, or if this is some kind of trap..." He left the threat unspoken. "Who the fuck are you?" * * *

The distance between each step was unusual which made their precision deliberate and primal. “Did you see the figure?” I asked the scout. “No, Beta Kieran.” the scout replied, his hands still trembling with fear. “What I saw was the shadow.” “And what was it like?” I asked, expecting an immediate reply. “It was very large, with four horns.” He said. A murmur surged through the warriors as they too observed the strange imprints and the words from the mouth of the scout. I pressed my palms to the ground, feeling the faint energy that rippled through the earth.

he frowned. It was kind of funny watching him frown because of the lip piercing. “Scout? Why were people sent out to scout? Is that what Colby was doing?” I questioned. “Alpha and his three advisors believe they have a general idea of where we can find those Syndicate fucks. Scouts were sent out to check the area. Given that, like me, Kitty can mask her scent, she was selected as a scout,” he explained. I sat up a little hearing this. “Syndicate?” I questioned, not recognizing the name. “And Colby?” I asked.