Romans & histoires Paw Patrol Air Pups Marshall

(Aurora's POV) I rushed through the corridors of Silver Paws Academy, my heart pounding against my ribcage. The prestigious institution loomed around me, its ancient stone walls and moon-crystal chandeliers showcasing why it cost significant pack resources annually for pups to attend. Marcus had called about Eliza, but as Head Pack Educator Ambrose led me toward his office, I felt an inexplicable weight of anticipation. "Two pups involved in the scuffle," he explained, his voice grave. "No serious injuries, but we have a strict no-fighting policy."

Yet amidst the agony, a revelation eased my suffering: I was destined to be mated to the Marshall quadruplets. I was beyond thrilled; the quadruplets were simply irresistible. Each of them possessed a distinctive trait known only to them. Handsome and tall, they commanded attention with their varied shades of hair and eyes—it was impossible to look away. Every one of them was Alpha Alex Marshall's son, inheriting the formidable legacy of being part of the Gold pack, led by the most powerful alpha in Rio. "Hey, good morning!" Malia greeted me with a warm smile, the kind that always made my day brighter. She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence.

Austin said, and it made Giselle and I giggle softly before we let go of each other. “Welcome to the Black Shadow Pack,” I said, shifting my eyes between her and Marlon. “We apologize that we and our delegates arrived early. We wanted to be well rested for tomorrow.” “I hope that’s the reason, not because you want time together.” Marshall teased his eyes wherever, but not on us or them. Austin chuckled before he pointed a finger at Marlon. “Whatever you plan to do during your free time is all on you. But during camp hours — no PDAs and no funny businesses. Rules will be read again tomorrow.”

--- Rage followed Rex on his first patrol into the North. The grey wolf was too old to run much anymore. But its grandson, the small grey wolf Sylvan had brought back from the forest, was already grown. Rage had named him Firepaw—for the patch of dark red fur on his right front paw. He walked behind Rex with Firepaw at his side, across the ice plains for a whole day. When he returned, his boots were covered in frozen soil and ice chips. He ran to Luna and held up the small handful of thistle root tendrils clutched in his fist for her to see.

It’s size alone told me it was a child but children don’t shift. “You are when I find you!” Aiden growled before cutting the connection. I heard howling in the distance as the patrols rallied. “Man, I’m dead. Ok so what do we do now.” I sighed. “We better have a plan before dad gets here because he is going to kill us.” The pup started to back away at the sound of the patrols. Trying to slink away to a nearby bush. “We won’t hurt you.” Braxton laid down trying to make himself look as small as possible and not intimidating.

The name would be given to the pups and they would officially be marked as BLUE MOON PACK'S members. On the top floor stood Marcus his eyes cold while his demenour as always radiating chills to every spine . His Alpha aura fillef the breeze making every hand shiver. Sonething was amiss . Alpha was turned to be more cold and aloof after his pup' s birth.

Their fur was patchy, ears twitching, as if they weren’t quite comfortable in their own skins yet. Mara snorted softly. “Pups. They bounce back quick, but they’re dramatic as hell.” Talia winked at me. “They’re still better patients than half the grown men.” I laughed, then spotted one small pup, a little thing with bright silver eyes and a torn ear, huddled under a blanket. He watched me warily. “Can I help?” I asked Mara. “You’re sure?” she asked, searching my face. “Yes.” Talia handed me a cloth bundle of fresh salves. “Then let’s see how brave you really are,” she teased.

Marshall said as more shouts could be heard from the wreckage. “Find them, they couldn’t have gotten far.” Marshall and Philly both heard. “Meryl, we are going to need you here.” Philly tells him. “On my way.” Meryl yells as he shifted into a white wolf with a little bit of black streaks. With lightening speed, he was gone rushed to the woods where Marshall said he saw the kids disappear.

Then, he ordered his Beta, "Take Leon to the punishment camp! A disobedient pup should be properly disciplined." Leon stood there, his cheek red and swollen, staring blankly at Lucas. Tears welled in his eyes as he murmured softly, "It wasn't me… I didn't do it…" My heart shattered. I pushed myself off the ground and scrambled to protect my son. "Lucas! He didn't do anything wrong! How can you accuse him of something he never did?" The punishment camp Lucas mentioned had a notorious reputation in the pack. It was meant for werewolves who had committed serious offenses. The methods were brutal and cruel.

Marshal added that he continued with his work. “Pups?!.”I asked. “Our kids!.” Aiden simplified Marshal's statement. I raised my face to meet Aidens green eyes, he wanted kids?, with me?, is this a joke or some kind of play!!. “Let’s leave now!.” Aiden said he grabbed my waist and led me outside the house. “You look beautiful!.” Aiden whispered. I smiled at him, we both sat down at the back seat, Liam sat at the shotgun seat and Marshal behind the steering wheel.