روايات وقصص ضمن Paw Patrol Air Pups Marshall

CHAPTER 49 Years flew by and Marcellus was now Alpha Marcellus, he was now 23years old and had taken over the Pack as the Alpha. His parents where still alive and strong, enjoying their time together with each other. Over the years Marcellus had removed the thought of having a mate or even getting one from his mind. Liam and Charlotte's where officially mate and now mated and happy, Marcellus didn't feel like he was lacking out because he didn't have a mate. He was still strong on his own and besides that he still ran the Pack very well.

"But if you practice staying calm now, it'll be easier when your wolf arrives." "You're good at this." Arie's voice was soft, surprised. I wasn't sure about that. Just knew what I'd needed when nobody taught me. The morning stretched into games and lessons. Arie had planned scent identification—teaching pups to distinguish pack members and potential threats. She handed out cloth strips with different scents. The pups sniffed eagerly, calling out names. "That's Warrior Marcus!" "This one smells like the kitchens!" "Ooh, I got Alpha Kael!"

Marcellus said and M choked on his saliva. "Y-you have a mate?" M asked after the provocation had stopped. "Yes, Willow Baker, the daughter of Alpha Kyle of Blue Moon Pack." Marcellus replied and M found himself nodding. "Oh, that is so." M mumbled and glanced at his watch. "I just remembered I have to do something this evening. Are you coming with me or you'll catch up with me later?" "I'll catch up with you later. I'll just stay here for a while." Marcellus replied and M walked away without another word.

“Allred! Dispatch officers to bring in the Eriksons. I want the three of them at command in five minutes or less!” Without debate, the deputy sheriff leapt to his feet, issuing calm commands into his various communications devices. Snatching cuffs off his desk, Patrick sprinted for the department door. Unlocking his phone, Shepard plunked down in front of Marcus’ computer, dialing the crafty techno-genius. **

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Today I'm formally announcing something," I continued, my voice carrying clearly across the entire chaotic scene. "As the heir to Ghostpaw Pack in the Eastern Territory, I'm officially expelling Marcus and banishing him from the pack permanently." The crowd gasped. This was serious—pack expulsion was one of the harshest punishments possible for a werewolf. "Furthermore," I added, "I'm using my family's influence to ensure he's blacklisted from every respectable pack in the region. He can try his luck as a rogue."

Nathan turned towards the sound to see a fluffy white samoyed running straight at them. "Marshall!" Daniel called, and knelt down to receive the dog which jumped into his arms. He laughed cheerfully, and it was the happiest Nathan had seen Daniel that day. Nathan smiled. "I thought her name was Marshmallow." "Yes it is, but it is a bit long and my dad and grandma keep calling her Marshall," Daniel gave Marshmallow belly rubs as she rolled over to show her stomach. Nathan sat down and joined in petting the fluffy white creature. She sniffed at his hand suspiciously for a bit but was otherwise happy to be petted and adored by her master's new friend.

“I care about my mate!” “I cannot look at you without smelling the pup we lost!” Isabella shrieked, pushing Mason’s hands away with the last of his strength. “Get out! Bring my mother into the den! Get out!” The commotion brought the Enforcers inside, and Denise Harper gently guided a devastated Mason out into the snow. By evening, McQueen had brought the young pups, Collins Parker and Layla, to the clinic. The anesthesia had completely worn off, and every breath Collins took sent a sharp ache through his lower abdomen, but he kept his face still as the little ones approached the bed.

he shrugged nonchalantly. "Was that an apology?" Ashley leaned over to ask Suzanne in a whisper. Suzanne gave her a low chuckle as she shrugged. "I suppose," she muttered. Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, down to business," he started. They all looked at him. "This is our first mission as E-rank, and no matter how lowly it seems, we must not take it for granted. The documents you're all holding states that Patches is a Golden Retriever, brown coated, with a pink bow and a similar color of collar," Andrew said as he switched on his laptop. He got pictures of how Patches looked like from the various pictures Mrs Paulina had posted online.

I pretended to have just regained consciousness as I said with a pained expression, "Owen, what happened just now? My stomach really hurts!" Owen patted my back gently, showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His voice sounded choked as he said, "The witch examined you just now. Our pup is gone." I pinched myself and forced out a few tears. Upon seeing this, Owen cupped my face and kissed the tracks of my tears. "Ivy, we'll have another pup. I'll stay by your side until you fully recover." At that moment, a phone rang, again and again.

"Alpha, there’s no pup.” *****