Humdinger Paw Patrol 소설 & 이야기

Liam pov I was patrolling the outer boundaries of Fireside and Paw pack territories when I caught the scent - vanilla and wildflowers, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. My wolf surged forward instantly, recognizing something vital even before his human mind understood. I found my mate and she was hurt.

Only, his bright green eyes would just as soon curate your personal hell, then help you. “I consider myself patient, Osmond…” he’s not, and neither am I. I don't have time for his antics. “He’s home.” I check the watch in my pocket. At twenty-four hours, Pierce was battered and suffering from all of his attempts to get loose. Hour forty-eight only brought him closer to being feral, while hour seventy-two only gave him a second wind. My father asking meant that I would have to check on his progress sooner than later, but I don’t believe hour eighty-five is going to be much better.

She finds herself somehow drawn into a pet store, and right in the corner, past all of the cute puppies and kittens, she somehow picks the "overgrown husky" There begins the most beautiful relationship and she can't explain why she's so attached to this animal. It's the biggest most terrifying dog she's ever seen in her life, but to her it's nothing but a gentle giant. It's only a matter of time before a handsome stranger comes knocking on her doorstep, saying the most absurd things and her life is never the same. There's no running after that...she can never get away from this

“Police are investigating another suspected animal attack after the body of twenty-three year old Chrissy Leyland was found by a dog walker just three hours after she was reported missing. Police are asking the public to be vigilant...” Johnny groaned and jabbed at the TV remote with his thumb to try and find something to watch that was better than the news. He’d been in the states for a few months but didn’t enjoy the TV much. Then again, he was usually too busy to watch TV but being bed-ridden had left him with a lot of time on his hands and no way of filling it. He had tried on several occasions to convince Ursula that he was at least fit enough to do light duties but the woman as stubbor

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Their pajamas are drenched in flour, cake mix, and frosting. Lionel eyes them critically. He raises a dark eyebrow. I shrug. “I see…do you think a power washer will work on getting the gunk off of them?” He mummers. Amusement lurking at the corners of his face. Laughter bubbles in my chest. “The water hose would probably work. Or a dunk in the pool.” He chuckles. “I’m sure they would love that. Patti is practically a mermaid.” Vera and Patti had been recently introduced to more kid movies. Playing mermaids became Patti’s favorite game. Vera…not so much.

Restless, I sat up and rushed to the window to look down. The wolf who should have looked proud and powerful now looked like a stray, his head drooping as he stood in the rain. "Damn it. It's raining this hard, and he still won't go find shelter?" I stomped around the room in frustration, pacing back and forth a few times. In the end, I grabbed an umbrella and ran outside. As I stepped out the front door, I saw Fletcher already there with an umbrella, hurrying anxiously toward Darren. "Alpha Allen, Ms. Hum has gone to bed. You should come back with me. Are you really planning to stand here all night?"

The hunters and police officers fought back fiercely, but it seemed like they were fighting a losing battle. Suddenly, another werewolf appeared. It was a massive creature, standing over seven feet tall, with rippling muscles and sharp fangs. Its eyes glowed yellow in the moonlight as it approached the cops, its growls shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The cops and hunters were defenseless against the werewolf's strength and ferocity. It tore through them like a chainsaw through wood, its claws and teeth ripping through flesh and bone. The hunters fought back with all their might, but they were too outmatched.