Paw Patrol Everest Tracker Novels & Stories

Not because it didn’t matter. But because survival had demanded my attention elsewhere. Now the forest itself seemed to be whispering reminders that the past was never truly gone. A scout appeared suddenly at the edge of the clearing. “Elara.” I turned. “What is it?” “South patrol has returned.” “Anything unusual?” “Yes.” He pointed toward the far end of the camp. “They found tracks.” Tarek’s posture stiffened. “What kind of tracks?” “Pack wolves.” My gaze sharpened. “How many?”

Perhaps, I thought, this panther was sent to me as a sign to find a way to protect the ones that were most important to me: Catalina and my unborn child. Placing my hand on her belly, Catalina and I exchanged an uncertain glance, a silent promise to protect our newborn from the shadows of the past. I held the panther close to my chest, and with a newfound resolve, I set out on a quest to uncover the truth one piece at a time. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if I was destined for success or failure?

I could feel Torey's gaze on us while Luara shook her head defiantly. "Yes, you are." I laughed, tickling her as she struggled to get out of my hold, giggling loudly before escaping my grip and running off. I sat between Torey and Charlotte; Sam was on the other side of his mate. Elijah had left around an hour ago, he had somewhere he needed to be. Two other wolves had joined us, their names were Joanna and Clara. They were both pack warriors and their mates were currently running border patrol. Joanna's mate was Torey's head tracker and apparently the best in West America.

The shipping tracking stamps prove the asset traveled from a tiny, unnamed border pack zone, and a single letter 'W' is written right in the sender's column. "The tracking marker belongs to Wesley," I whisper into the quiet room. Patricia's internal wolf registers a sharp pang of sorrow inside her chest. "Oh, wow, that poor male asset! Even though his name will always remain permanently linked to that terrible medical crisis involving young Shea, little Robert is already growing into a super healthy, adorable hockey pup now! Master Ada Lube’s alpha pride will never launch a hostile strike against his throat if he returns to the valley! There exists absolute zero logical reason for his boots

It would be dangerous to trust them completely. After a long drive, we arrived at the luna Eclipse pack eventually. The man that Alex had introduced to me to help manage the pack's assets had done a good job. It was a shame that all this was going to be ruined if we fought there. I was going to opt to fight in the woods like we fought the blind mutants.

The flashing red dot pulsed on the tablet screen like a heartbeat. Nobody spoke. Patricia stared at it. "No..." she whispered. Obadiah took the tablet from his guard. His face remained unreadable, but his grip tightened ever so slightly. "Confirm the coordinates." The guard's fingers flew across the rugged tablet. Three seconds later, he looked up. "Confirmed." He swallowed. "It's Kilele Estate." Patricia's knees weakened. The words struck her harder than the explosions at the quarry.

A tracker. "He's chipped?" I ask. Malik nods. "Always. In his shoulder." The dot stops. South Wharf Industrial District. Of course, that's Sierra's playground. "We hit them now," I say. "Tonight." "No backup," Malik warns. "No comms. They'll be waiting for us." "They always wait for us," I mutter. Pandora provides me with a Glock, a knife, and something cold. "Electromagnetic pulse grenade," she says. "Fry everything within 30 feet."

I check the inferred sensor again and for this small section of the pack, it too was deactivated. How is this possible? My brothers and I are the only ones that have the codes … it’s just not adding up. I rewatch the footage again when I see one of the rogues drop something on the floor. What is that? I pause, enhancing the shot as I wait for that to come into view. I continue to play the rest of the footage. 30 minutes after they have all come through, one of our warriors appears on his patrol. We have not monitored this section of the pack for 3 hours.

I hear my papa say after reading some of the papers from the file Sapphire had hidden as her mom told her to. "So she's, wow" mom says wiping her face. "TRACKERS UP" Bel yells out and we all gather around the monitors. "Why are there two trackers" Alex points out. Aunt Raven starts typing and then comes up on the first tracker that's only a few miles away from where we are. I know that address it's Sapphires old address. "It looks like this trackers been in for a long time the last place it was located was in Seattle only a few hours ago"

“Okay, I concede you might have a point. I’m not used to waiting, and I’m sure as hell not used to forging my way through the jungle, so how am I supposed to find her?” “Since you’re not a subscriber, you probably don’t know there’re advantages you can buy.” As he spoke, Foster removed something from his pocket and held it out to me. I look down at it doubtfully. “What is it?” It was roughly the size of a candy bar and didn’t feel much heavier than one when I took it from him a moment later as he shook it gently in my direction. “A GPS tracker. All their backpacks have one, so the staff can keep track of them, but for an additional fee, you can buy a device with your chosen prey’s coordinate