Paw Patrol Chase And Skye Fanon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Anyway, Skylar is my little sister. She’d gone to stay with our aunt for the summer. She came to visit me and my mother with her first ever boyfriend. He was actually Raze’s friend from another pack, Chase. As big as me, came with his own huge gang of brothers and cousins. Our Alpha suggested we have a big celebration seeing as the full moon was due by the weekend.” I swallowed remembering how nervously Skylar had introduced me to him. I hated him on the spot. Especially the way Skylar looked at him, as if he created the damn universe. We share the same dark eyes. Her hair was still plaited down to her waist, but I noticed all the golden trinkets I bought her for decorating the thick twists

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex

"They're not... Friends?" Ora took a saucer with a slice of cake on it from the buffet table as they walked, saying, "It's more of a rivalry thing, I suppose. They're like completely different people, as you can tell. Skye was born to a Father who no one still has any idea of though we all agree he must be drop dead gorgeous, because look at him, and a Mother that doesn't exactly care about him because she's too busy drinking.

I could feel the coldness and my reaper mist spread out around my entire body to retaliate causing my father to rush to my side along with Sebastian and Rai. "What's wrong Skye? Your irises are turning black," my father said in a panic. I felt my heart skip a beat then another and searched for Chance as I clenched my chest from the sudden burst of pain. My heart stopped completely and a tear rolled down my cheek as I fell down onto the floor in a heap. "She will end up in the void and won't be able to leave because of her mother," Sebastian groaned uncomfortably. Chance ran to me and lifted my prone body into his arms.

As she got to her quarter, the guards ran to help her off the horse and as she gave a tall woman who looked like Chloe the rock, she passed out. ------- Zeidan sat on his throne in the palace, his head resting on his finger. He had Kyle and some other lawmakers sitting on each side of the room, deliberating over an issue. "How long do you think it will take for Skye to reach Vampire City?" One of the lawmakers asked, his full black beard that concealed his mouth moving with each word. "We have no idea. He lives in the human city, and no matter how hard we try to convince him to stay, he still wouldn't budge." Kyle replied as he shook his head.

Little Osiris is huddled in his mother's arms, trying to hide his little face from the angry mob threatening to kill them. "I tell you what," the Alpha finally smirks. "I will give you a head start." Skye doesn't need to be told twice. She takes off, running toward the forest. As she runs, her body morphs and shifts. I try to keep up with her, but she is too fast. The last I see is a golden lycan running away from the mob. Osiris's little face is peering over her shoulder, watching his home fade into the distance.

"Alpha, the body was badly—" "I said show me!" With trembling hands, the patrol member produced a blood-stained ID card. Kieran snatched it, his eyes scanning every detail frantically. Sage Whitmore. Age 24. Stormfang Pack. The photograph showed my gentle smile, the same one I'd given him just yesterday before he'd left me in that hospital bed. Kieran's face went deathly pale. When he spoke again, his voice was flat, but his slightly trembling body betrayed the storm raging inside him.

ZEKE POV I stood on the porch watching Sky and Neo walk towards the packhouse. She was just as sexy and spirited as I remembered, although her beautiful brown hair was now a stunning shade of soft pink. Seeing her again was like a punch to the gut. My wolf, Payne, was instantly in awe of her, demanding I claim her and forget the past. But I knew Sky well enough to know she wasn't the sort of girl to take demands well. I felt my lips twitch at the corners as they walked; my eyes couldn't help but follow the sway of her hips and the curve of her ass. She was going to be the firecracker the packhouse needed, that was for sure.

Chase explained to Aubrey then held his phone up towards her face. She let out a sharp gasp as tears began to stream down her face. I wanted to burst right through the damn glass and let her know that I was still alive, but she didn’t know about being a Scion or werewolves. I’d scare the living hell out of her and if I tried to shift right now, I would probably pass out before I had a chance to do anything. I saw her snatch the phone away from Chase to look at it closer. She threw the phone across the room and it landed right by the glass doors. There was a picture on it and it was of my smashed-up car and the truck. I was too late. I couldn’t fix this, not yet. I was so enraged. How could m