Paw Patrol Discuss Novels & Stories

Jack chuckled. Jasmine let out a laugh and said, “Oh my Goddess, that is so cute,” and then passed the phone back to Tyler. “I need to do something to give myself a break. There are only so many lines of code I can stare at before I start to go crazy,” Tyler responded. “I get it. Patrol duty can get pretty boring. It’s not like we have intruders breaking into the pack every day. I think the last time anything happened was when we found Talia,” Jack said. “That was pretty entertaining, though.” He smirked.

she jokingly said. We strolled to the central area, where pack members were busy getting everything ready for the festivals. Near the food tables, I saw Darrel chatting with Hardin and Marcus. "There you are," Darrel said, drawing me in. "We were just discussing the new patrol schedules." Marcus gave a nod and said, "Joint patrols are operating efficiently. Now my wolves feel comfortable here." "And the training program?" I inquired with Hardin. He grinned. "Better than anticipated. Kira has a talent for instructing the younger ones." "Dad! Mom! Take a look!" Jeremy interrupted with an eager shout.

--- Day 372, the first joint patrol without any Red Fang or River Claw designation happened. The patrol was called “Valley Watch.” No pack symbols. No pack colors. Just the circle with the river and the fang. They walked the southern grounds for eight hours and returned without incident. No one commented on it. No one needed to. --- Day 376, the first real crisis of year two hit. A dispute over water rights in the northern dens. Not between packs. Between families. One family had been using the spring for three generations. Another family needed it for their pups.

"But didn't you say the council only recruits people with special powers? Patricia is a normal werewolf." Dior flashes me a megawatt smile; it's secretive, and his eyes twinkling in the light coming from the TV tells me he won't reveal anything. Another groan leaves my lips. Sometimes I hate Dior because there is no way for me to force the answers out of him. "Aw, come on!" I pout at him, even giving him my puppy eyes. My lips are whimpering, and I press myself to lean my chin against his shoulder, hoping he will fall for my fake tears. "Tell me!"

When we get back to the pack house to swap out patrols I see the next set of patrols eyeing me a little differently. They must have all been gossiping about what had happened through their mind link. Granted they cannot all mind link everybody like Dante and I can but spouses can definitely speak to each other and before they switched back into their wolf forms communication would have been no issue. So, of course, everyone knows what happened on patrol today. "Let's go! Let's get this patrol done so I can get back home and relax." I say to them all before turning and running off again.

Make decisions and deal with the outcome that plays out. Sierra and I walk into the training grounds surrounded by a bunch of our peers. Delta Kyle is at the front of the group ready to give instructions. “We are going to be pairing you up with a current patrol warrior. This will allow us to give our warriors much needed rest and you all a chance to learn tracking and surveillance skills. For those of you still in school, we have done our best to not interfere with that, but you may need to arrive late or leave early. We have already spoken to your teachers if that is the case and only those who are excelling in their studies will get that privilege. Patrol is not an excuse to be lazy,

I'm done being handled. But before I can argue, Riku and Rain fall into conversation about club matters—patrol rotations, supply deliveries, something about strengthening the eastern ward boundary. They speak in the shorthand of men who know each other's thoughts, occasionally using terms I don't understand—"scales," "flight path," "territory markers."

She explained. She told me about how most of the patrols were under 20 years old. They were all young, fit, and stupid enough to do whatever they were told, in other words, perfect for the job. They had minor fighting skills, enough to hold their own and take down a majority of rouges, but their main job was information, not fighting. If they saw rogues, they needed to report it and then the wolves above them would be the ones who take action. “Have you ever seen the wolves above patrols?” I asked her.

LIRA'S POV "So what did you want to talk about?" I couldn't believe that I had actually agreed to talk to Patrick in private but here I was, sitting in one of the rickety seats of his fairly used wagon. "Look,I would ask the questions here." Patrick said as he buckled himself up. "So about our recent discussion, any news?" He asked. "What news?" I turned to him with a drowsy look. "You know you're supposed to be spying for me here. Do you have anything information about this pack, particular about the Beta Thorne or should I say the Alpha Ultima?"

Nick pov Patrick and I watch Lena cry into her pillow as we talk with Tyler. She burst into tears after our happy bubble burst at the news, and I was pissed. "She claims it is Patrick's pup. She wants him as her mate, but I told her he had already marked and mated Lena. "we looked over as Lena sniffles sadly. "This can't be happening, Patrick runs fingers through his hair, I always use protection each time I wanted bare in my mate only",I sigh after he says this because he starts to pace.