Tf2 Comics Scout Novels & Stories

But it’s not her voice I hear next—it’s a man I don’t recognize. “Well executed,” he says, stepping forward from where he must’ve been watching along the side. He’s tall, built like a warrior, with graying hair at the temples and a crest I don’t recognize sewn onto his jacket. “Who—?” I ask. He smiles politely. “Scout Commander Tavian. I work with the Lycan Youth Academy. And you, young miss, are fast enough to make some of our older recruits nervous.” My mouth goes dry. “I didn’t know anyone was watching.”

“Kai is my lover, and the two alphas 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 Kai once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two alphas 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 alphas and Dereck are here now.”

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

“They know the scout is coming.” Matteo snorts. “I mean it is not exactly subtle.” The Custodian adds more detail. The scout has increased its velocity again. Severiel tilts his head slightly. “That is interesting.” Ezra glances at him. “What.” The angel points toward the projection. “It is not trying to avoid the coalition vessel.” The scout’s trajectory becomes a straight line. Direct. Aggressive. Matteo frowns. “That thing really wants to fight.” Severiel’s voice softens slightly.

The last one hesitates, then bolts, but I’m not letting him go. “Grab him!” I yell, and Raymond’s light snares the scout’s leg, tripping him. I’m on him in a second, knee in his back, shadows pinning his arms. “Talk,” I growl, pressing harder. “Why’s the guild after us?” The scout’s young, barely older than Raymond, and he’s shaking, eyes wide with dread. “Guild will kill you both,” he spits, but his voice cracks. “You’re dead already.”

“Attack. Ice trolls on the northern pass.” Aldric appeared at her side. “The trolls haven’t crossed in two years.” “They have now,” the scout gasped. “Would’ve torn me apart, but—” “But what?” Grace asked. The scout looked up. “A wolf saved me. Tawny. Scarred. He drove them off alone. Then dragged me three miles through the ice.” Aldric’s jaw tightened. “He said his name?” “No. Just left this.” The scout reached into his torn cloak and pulled out a pendant—dented, cracked.

“A diversion.” The word hit me like a cold wind. My shoulders tensed. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. And the unease settled in my gut like a storm cloud, thick and heavy. That’s when the scout came. He burst through the edge of the treeline, his wolf form sprinting faster than I’d seen any of our messengers move. His shift happened mid-run—bones contorting, fur retracting until bare feet slapped against the dirt. He barely managed to stand. “Alpha,” he gasped, clutching his ribs. “War Room. Now. It’s urgent.”

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

"No true alpha will want a she-wolf who continually doubts her own scent." The Lead Scout always gives a strong, unyielding answer, and this sun is no different. He uses a roundabout path to point out that my current spirit is too small and broken. At the same time, his tongue avoids answering my difficult question by playing Tai Chi around it. It is not a matter of whether his own beast desires a female like me. Instead, in my current wounded state, no male would hunt for a partner who looks at her own fur with such shame. My mind almost forgot his rank inside the Vale Media Group; he rules both the Artists and the PR scouts. His responses are always unquestionable, leaving no room for anot

“Like a present.” “Viking?” Zoe paused next to his work area, and he looked up from the butterfly tat that he was inking on a woman’s lower back, his red hair as wild as ever. “Can you listen for Keira? She’s sleeping, and I think she’s out for at least two hours, but can you just stay alert? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Two minutes,” Scars corrected her. “Scout’s Honor.” “You were a Boy Scout?” Zoe asked him skeptically. “Tidy little uniform and badges and making fire by rubbing two sticks together ?”