Tf2 Scout Comics Novels & Stories

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

The scout was young, barely old enough to be called a warrior, and he was trembling, his hands shaking, his voice barely a whisper. "There are lights," he said. "In the city. The one to the south." "What kind of lights?" "Strange lights. Glowing. Golden. They appeared out of nowhere and then faded." Kael's heart lurched. "The hybrid." "I don't know." The scout shook his head. "But the elders said to report anything unusual. And this was unusual." "Did anyone investigate?" "I did. I went to the city. I found the source." "Where?"

"They think I will be crying and planing on how to come back to them, but no!" "Then remind them," Tristan said. "When the time is right, remind them all that they made a grave mistake." But before I could answer, a scream pierced the camp. We rushed outside and one of the scouts staggered in, blood pouring from his chest. "H-hunters…" he gasped. "Not soldiers…" Tristan caught him before he fell. "What is it?" The scout's lips trembled. "Shadows… monsters… sent by the Veylen lord himself." My blood ran cold.

“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.

“Describe them.” He swallowed. “Not uniformed. Mixed gear. But disciplined. They moved like they’d fought together before.” Not desperate. Not scattered. Mercenaries. Or worse. “Did they speak?” Lyra asked. The scout shook his head. “No. But they left something.” He handed over a strip of cloth. Dark. Stained. Marked with a symbol Lyra didn’t recognize. Tyler’s jaw tightened. “That’s not a warning.” “No,” Lyra said. “It’s an introduction.”

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

ADDIE I got into the car and looked James over, satisfied that he only had a few bumps and bruises but nothing was seriously hurt. I could smell the wolfsbane on his breath and knew he had been dosed but I could tell that it was slowly leaving his body. How is he? I asked Talia. Scout is weak but recovering. He will be fine, she answered. I gave a sigh of relief. Toby got into the driver’s seat and turned the SUV over, backing out of the drive. “Where to, Luna?” he asked.

Perhaps I wasn't as lonely as I believed. Our discussion was cut short by a desperate howl from the boundary of the territory. My heart soared into my throat when I identified the voice; it belonged to one of our scouts. We hurried to the border, where a tiny pack of wolves was assembled. As we got closer, the smell of blood struck me like a solid barrier. "What's going on?" I insisted, making my way through the crowd. Then I noticed it. The scout's corpse was sprawled on the ground, disfigured beyond identification. His fur was stained with blood, and deep wounds marred his chest and neck. Next to him lay a rough shape etched into the ground, a circle crossed by three sharp lines.b

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."