Novel & Cerita Paw Patrol Everest Tracker

“Well, I can help with that side of things.” He pulls out his phone, and opens a map app. “We are currently here,” he puts the phone on the table so she can see. “We are on pack-land, the pack is called the Twisted Rivers pack. Their alpha is called Ewan, he’s a good guy, he helped us get to you.”

A sharp, guttural sound—half-snort, half-growl—hit my ear before the line went dead. I leaned back, my hand instinctively resting over the slight, hidden curve of my stomach. That’s right. We have nothing to do with each other now. I opened my social feed, wondering if I should scrub my digital scent entirely. If I wanted to share photos of the pup in the future without the Steele Enforcers tracking me, I needed a ghost profile. I arrived back at the temporary den to find Patricia Bloom pacing the floor. "Sierra, those scavengers found out about the territory redevelopment. They were prowling the Pacific Street Cafe this afternoon. What do we do?"

The weight of that hit different. I exhaled slowly. “Okay.” No argument. If that’s what it takes to give them peace of mind, I’ll accept it. Papa stepped closer after he removed a weird shaped bracelet from his packet like he planned this already. He removed something from it like a tiny needle and pressed it lightly against my wrist. I felt a small sting, sharp but quick. Then warmth spread under my skin like something settled there. “That’s the tracker,” he said. “And the mole?” I asked.

"You have to leave immediately. This Arena is a crime scene." Having heard the guards respond, this could only mean one thing, Everest was caught! I exhaled, after I had confirmed my suspicion. So, using my wolf sense, I scanned the whole Arena and saw Footprints. Though, it wasn't as clear as it was supposed to, but I could tell that Everest had indeed been captured, just as I thought.

His eyes glowed a green I had never seen before. Eamon and I exchanged curious glances as we watched him. Mark looked up and frowned. “Why are you staring at me like that?” “We’re trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing,” Eamon replied with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m tracking vibrations through the earth. There’s a vehicle about ten clicks from here. If we move fast, we can hitch a ride to Jersey.” “You can actually do that?” I asked, stunned. “So now you’re a tracker too?”

The loss of my mother is not the only ghost that haunts my father. He opens the map up and spreads it upon the hood of our truck. We know better than to interrupt him while he works, as he puzzles things out in his head. He grabs a felt tip marker from his pocket as he studies the map. Wolfe and Clay stand around their own vehicle at the next pump like obedient pups at their masters heel, awaiting that next command. The one in charge of their group in absentia of my father, is Hawke. He is a middle aged, the strong but silent type, with a deadly cool demeanor, and calm under pressure. His skin is dark like the night, his eyes clear grey like the moon, and he’s the best damn tracker in the pa

“What’s been happening here while we’ve been gone? Everest said you hadn’t had any more attacks since she had left. Is that still true?” Jack grimaced. “I didn’t want her to know…didn’t want to alarm her. There was a wolf taken the same day you rescued her from the tunnels. This time however, a scent was left behind. A rogue, and another scent I wasn’t familiar with. We tried to track it, but it disappeared over the river, and we lost it. If it was aswang, then it had accomplices. But something felt different about this one. I’m happy to lead you to the area and let you have a look around if you’d like. But I’d rather not let Everest know. It was her friend, after all. Theo, my delta’s son.

“Mommy, does your body hurt real bad?” Hot tears well up instantly in my eyes, dropping one by one onto the white sheet. The very next second, the little boy leans his head close to my wolf ear and whispers in a tiny voice, “Mommy, his alpha phone’s secret GPS tracker is currently active in Mellamo City, Swevia Country.”

“Everest has what of Talon?” Like I summoned him, that bitter pinewood scent floods my nostrils. I turn, shoulders heaving with rage. “Videos, Parker,” Everest says smugly. He holds up his phone and shows me a heartbreaking one of Talon slumped on the ground, people standing around and laughing at him. “I’d say I have maybe 100? 150? I could send them to you if you—” My fist cracks across his skull. Everest falls to the grass, his nose bleeding faster than the referee can blow his whistle.

“My daughter is not a thing to claim.” “She is my mate,” Kyron snapped back. “Our mate,” Jake and Casper added in unison as they strode forward. The room thickened with Alpha presence…territorial, possessive, lethal. Doctor Patricia and I watched, breath held. “And she is my daughter and I, her father,” Pa roared, his aura exploding like a shockwave. Shadows flickered across the walls as his eyes darkened to pure black, Alpha power rising to the surface. “This is her home. And she is not going anywhere until this is resolved!”