Paw Patrol Everest Tracker Novels & Stories

As I was about to answer the phone, a scout came running in. "Forgive me Alpha for my intrusion but we have news about Bailey." The phone stopped ringing and I could finally focus on the scout. "Where is she?" asked Mrs. Recce and I. "We ran into wolves on the eastern border. We didn't not engage. It was purely stealth. They said something about a Luna in their captivity." Soon the phone rang again. We all looked at the phone. I had to answer it. I put the receiver to my ear and soon a laugh erupted from the other end of the line.

"Unfortunately, the first month of a new school year is when they do the biggest, strictest patrols. If you try to sneak out now, you are going to run straight into them." I frown, calculating the risk versus the reward. "What kind of power levels are on the major patrol teams?" "They have a live roster," he says, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Give me a second. I am going to hack back in and check tonight's list." I don't know anything about computers, so I just watch the green code reflect in his beautiful eyes. After a minute, Arlo suddenly copies a file, slams the enter key, and violently closes the browser.

“Yeah. A tracker.” Pete took the next exit, pulling into the first parking lot he came to. He slammed the transmission into park, got out, and immediately moved to the back of his vehicle. Reaching his hand down under the back bumper, he frowned, moving from side to side. “I don’t feel anything,” he murmured. “Here, let me,” Leah offered, and before he could stop her, she was on the ground, peering up underneath the chassis. She whistled, took her phone from her pocket, and snapped a picture.

“The bracelet flared. You pushed pressure through a room full of sniffers and sensors. Crowe’s trackers logged it.” Her stomach dipped. “Logged how?” “Signature,” Kieran said. “They’ve been trying to pin down what Lunaris looks like in the wild. Tonight, with Calista’s relic humming and yours answering? They got a clean read. Pattern, frequency, emotional correlation. The kind of thing they feed into indicator rigs and satellite arrays.” He took a breath, pushing the words out in a flat, professional tone. “Bottom line,” he said, “they’ve got enough now to set real trackers. Not just guards with good noses. Devices. Algorithms. Anything that sniffs that resonance within city range is going t

Birds chirped, waking Patrilia from his heavy sleep. With a heavy yawn escaping his mouth, he sat and looked at his surroundings. For a while, he kept on rubbing his eyes, asking himself how he ended up being there. After staying there for a little while, he realized he was stalking the pack's spy. "Hold on, is she still eating apples?" He asked himself while looking at the tree she had climbed. "What the fuck?" He jumped off the ground with his hands on his head. The winds waved, swaying the trees' twigs around; the spy wasn't there. He went to the place she would have jumped to when climbing down, but there were no footsteps at all. It was obvious she had left that place long ago.

So I think I will disturb the entry just a little, nothing that is too noticeable unless they are looking and allow one of the other patrols to find them. I head back to the barracks, climb in through my window, put my backpack into my small cupboard and then go and rejoin the search party I was teamed up with, luckily we had separated to do the search a bit quicker so my absence wasn't noticed. Just as I re-join my team, we all stop as we hear a really loud, sad and pain-filled howl echo throughout the woods, it is then followed by three more very loud howls in response and joined to the first one. Maverick is obviously dead, the poor sucker. He was a really good partner in both our patrols

“They were invisible and muted until they crossed the wardline. That’s why you get a whiff here.” ‘Wardline held,’ Becky says grimly. ‘They went under it.’ “Hole’s new,” the tracker on my right says, crouching to run his fingers over the packed dirt. “Edges are damp. Maybe twenty minutes.” ‘All gates are sealed. Road patrol reports two vehicles headed east, fast, five minutes apart, before the alarm hit. Could be nothing. Could be them.’ Grady links us. “Send the plate numbers to Elder Max,” I say. “And ping Alpha Gunner while you’re at it. He wants to play in our territory, so he can enjoy a little daylight on his dealings.”

Ella. I woke to Kyle's phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. The room was still dark, the first hints of dawn barely touching the horizon. "Kyle," I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He stirred, reaching for the phone with sleep-heavy movements. His expression shifted from drowsy to alert in seconds. "What is it?" I asked. "Ethan. Border patrol found tracks. Non-werewolf, non-human." My stomach tightened. "What kind of tracks?"

"My Head Warrior was simply following standard protocols. If you experienced any inconvenience at the gate, please accept my apologies. You are always welcome in Paxton." "Please stay overnight while my mechanic repairs the GPS to ensure this doesn't happen again during your journey." Beta Arthus bowed slightly in gratitude. "I'd greatly appreciate your help with that. Turning back isn't an option, and there's no internet connection along some parts of the road, making my phone's GPS unreliable." Johnston pulled up a chair and poured a glass of whiskey for the Beta to join us. "We're just celebrating the wonderful news that the Paxton Luna's unborn pup is healthy and well, as confirmed by th

As we reached the borders of Crescent Moon pack, I noticed we were being watched by the patrol guards from afar. Earl nor Charles were able to notice them, but because of my heightened senses, I can see them running behind the shadows of the trees. The car stopped to a halt when two men stood in front of us. I stepped out of the car to meet them. "I am Cailly Stryder, Alpha of Midnight Howler pack. I am here to meet Alpha Gregory Horan." I said, informing them.