Paw Patrol Everest Tracker Novels & Stories

Because the tracking gem only reacted to one thing. The Moonclaw. And right now, it was still inside the academy.

Anger could be met head-on. Silence required patience… and patience demanded time I wasn’t certain we had. Everett stepped past the boundary marker first, his posture straightening slightly as his boots crossed onto familiar territory. He paused briefly, scanning the surrounding trees, listening for movement, scenting the air with instincts sharpened over decades. “Patrols will have sensed us already,” he said quietly. He was right. Even before his words finished settling, movement appeared ahead—shadows shifting between trees, then emerging into view with practiced caution. Two patrol wolves stepped forward, their expressions alert but controlled, their bodies tense until recognition regist

Somehow, Lucian had either changed his personality overnight or Joanne had pressured him, because he actually started apologizing to me. He sent messages to me every single day without fail. [Lucian: The fat orange cartoon cat is really cute, but I still think our three little furballs at home are cuter. Should we get another cat to keep them company?] [Lucian: That Eastorian place is amazing. I heard the ingredients are flown in fresh from Boreas every day. We should go try it.]

I forced my expression neutral. I needed to tell him. Later. Alone. “Darian?” I looked at Talia. “I'm fine.” She clearly didn't believe me. My father studied me for another second before turning back to Talia. “Your scouts need to be careful near the eastern border.” Her amusement disappeared. “Why?” “We lost another wolf yesterday.” Talia went completely still. “Who?” "Patrick. From the furthest eastern patrol.” The color drained from Talia’s face. Patrick was a seasoned scout.

Rendall asked and looked at my whole body trying to look for wounds or scratches, he sighed when he found nothing. “I am f-fine,” I replied. It’s like when I saw my mother lying on the ground, I cannot do anything aside. “A-are you not afraid of them?” I genuinely asked, we’re at the same age but he acts as he can kill a werewolf. “Why would I? I was trained to kill one.” He picked up the branches I dropped on the ground and motioned me to walk with him. On our way home we saw Finn and Polo at the porch, with tobacco on their mouths. When they saw us coming, they immediately threw the tobacco and used their hands as a fan to remove the smoke.

Everest brightened up at the sight of Neal and ran up to him, wrapping his arms around his neck with a purr. "I just love you so much~" Everest purred and kissed his cheek. "I miss you too when you go away and we're going to try and I'm worried that it won't work then we'll have to tell your parents that I couldn't have your kid this mating season and disappoint your mother! Besides, don't you want me even a little? Does it have to just be mating season or am I not appealing? You're not a homophobe are you?" Everest asked worriedly then bit his bottom lip, tensing up.

My snow-white paws touched down onto the lichen a moment later. "Well, it seems that anger is your trigger." Eve smirked. "Next time, try a happy thought. It works just as well." She smiled, tilting her head to the side. "Luna, your assignment for today is to practice morphing into your wolf at will." I let out a low, guttural growl, baring my teeth as the other wolves turned their heads. "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Eve wagged a finger at me, obviously enjoying this a bit too much. Then she leaned in conspiratorially. "Kalyssa, I'm here to help. I truly am. I promise."

Alexander stayed close, scanning the area without making a show of it. Eva opened the driver door, then froze. Her gaze locked onto something small and black tucked beneath the frame near the front tire. At first her brain tried to label it as debris. A leaf. A piece of plastic. Then her stomach dropped. A tracker. Her fingers went cold. Alexander noticed immediately. “Eva?” She didn’t answer. She crouched slowly, heart hammering, and reached beneath the car. Her hand closed around the device. It was magnetic, warm from the engine, smooth and professional.

he said, his tone sharp and commanding, “before things get worse, you’ll go into the woods and find Pearl.” I stared at him, my throat aching as I sucked in air, my head spinning, my heart still racing like it wanted to escape my chest. “The Alpha has shut down the entire pack,” Jasper went on. “She can’t be anywhere outside the territory. Use the tracker. Silver Wolves have a scent unlike any other. You will find her.” He reached into his coat and pulled out a small device. My hands shook violently as he pressed it into my palm. I could barely hold it. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have, like it carried my fate with it.

He won't waste the crystal's battery power. "How far is the trek back to the bottom of the Peaks?" "Fifteen miles of brutal terrain. On foot, it is an extreme, vertical warrior trail. Our wolves wouldn't make the base until long after dark, and my beast refuses to pilot a copter in these sharp mountains after sunset. It is one of my unbreakable alpha rules." I grip the useless piece of metal in my hand. I could activate the emergency satellite option built into the machine, but my pride refuses the call. That feature should only be utilized in extreme life-or-death emergencies out here in the Frostclaw range.