Paw Patrol End Credits Novels & Stories

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

“This crib always open for you.” I nodded. “I know.” “And if your pops got a problem with it—” he shrugged, lips curling into a grin, “—that sound like a him problem.” I smiled then. A real one. Small, but real. “Thanks, Q.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t get all soft on me now. Eat your food.” And I did. A little later, Quinton told me he was gonna drop the dude in his room off and be back soon. They grabbed their stuff and headed out, Quinton calling a quick, “Don’t touch my shit,” over his shoulder before the door shut behind them.

-THE END- *AUTHOR'S NOTE* Dear Readers, As we reach the end of this journey, I want to express my gratitude to all of you who have joined me in exploring Poppy and Logan's adventures. Thank you, everyone, for taking the time to immerse yourselves in my story. Your support means the world to me, and I truly appreciate every bit of feedback and encouragement you share.

That was more than enough. The End

I leached into a painful scream. The END.

Feral: …. Paws: ….. Zero: …… Dina: ….WTF?

And I was finally home. ***THE END***

Only I could hear what he said. "Thank you all for coming so urgently. I'm am sure that you all are aware that we lost two wolves on our last patrol." "Yes, the news was very terrible. May the Moon-Goddess receive their souls,' said a councilor solemnly. "Was it the patrol that Beta Recce led?" asked Councilor Zeph accusingly. I knew he wanted to take a swipe at Recce and I had no way to divert the oncoming verbal attack. "Yes it was," said Recce with a slight growl.

Right on cue, her eyes rolled back, turning gray-white. I opened the door and tapped Bubba and Missy on the head. "Go." Their bodies surged bigger. One swipe each—skulls crushed. Snowy finally moved. He leapt out, white fur blazing red in a burst of fire. Flames roared down the street, relentless, swallowing everything. Minutes later, nothing was left standing. Snowy flicked his tail and hopped onto my shoulder. "Pop, this whole district's ours now. What's next?"

With thirty seconds to spare, I step into the cold air of the parking garage and approach the massive, armored royal carriage. Peter immediately opens the heavy door from the outside. The moment my boots clear the frame, he slams the door shut and walks completely away into the shadows of the garage, leaving an eerie, suffocating silence inside the vehicle. Why did the Beta retreat? Are we going to be confined in this carriage for the entire night?