Paw Patrol Harold Novels & Stories

Was he here to give out the punishment he was unable to dish out last time? Still, I plastered a smile to my face. “Nice to see you again, Harold.” I took the wine but I didn’t drink. Briar’s warning still rang deep in my ears. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to apologize for our first encounter. Let’s blame it on the full moon since it affected my mood.” “Right.” I nodded, even though I didn’t agree with him. “Perhaps, a proper introduction is due.” He said, smiling. “I’m Harold Western. Alpha of the Storm River pack. And like my last name, we control a part of the Western area of Ridge city.”

Penelope said, nodding at Harold who was prepared and somehow expecting the ghouls to jump at him out of nowhere. “Okay...” he started. “I suppose you both know my name already.” They nodded in affirmation as a swarm of bees flew past their middle, not minding any of them. “So, I'm the Alpha's pup but I—” “You are?” Penelope asked with undisguised surprise and admiration. She stared at him the same way a baby seeing his hands for the first time will. “Yes, I am.” Harold said feeling self-conscious.

Lucian carefully swept him off his feet and guided him to the couch. Lucian immediately dialed a number. "Harold is injured. Be here immediately," he said before hanging up. I crouched down beside the bleeding Harold. His eyes were barely staying open. "Harold, can you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Don't close them," I urged.

said the low voice in a deadly calmness. Her sharp red nails dug into the fabric, an attempt to inflict the same pain and strike a deal, but Harold was stronger than he looked. All the months of putting up the facade of a fragile, feeble old man had given his body ample time to strengthen its muscles. Physically, he would not lose to a fifty-year-old wrestler. The door to his office flew open and Jerry shot in, screaming for him to stop. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Jerry grabbed Harold’s wrist and tugged it to loosen its grip on Pauline’s throat. “Stop this idiocy immediately!”

Harold accused Chase after walking for a while. "I wonder what do you mean, Lord Scanlon?" Chase had sensed Harold's abilities. Even though it was a rough sensing, he was able to grasp how powerful Harold was. He was a marquis in martial arts. If Harold was a marquis in martial arts, Chase was confident he could hide his true cultivation. "You know very well what I'm saying, Chase Collins," Harold said pointedly as he stared at Chase. Could it be because of the divine crystal? That should not be.

one of the Omega wolves grumbled angrily to his colleague as they walked past Harold, ignorant as to his hiding there. Harold breathed slowly and did a countdown slowly in his head as the axe wielding werewolves lumbered past him and walked out of sight. "Phew" Harold sighed as he stood up from his hiding place, wiping the sand off his body as he raised his head up from dusting himself and got the shock of his life as his eyes locked with those of Damon Silverclaw who grinned wickedly as he hefted his blade and pointed it at Harold.

he said. "You think too highly of this kid..." Harold shook his head and sighed. "His life has been smooth sailing. I'm really worried that he will come crashing down one day. It's better if you are keeping an eye on him. If he gets too impulsive, hold him back. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to his family if anything happens to him." "I can't control him, but there is someone in our team who can," Quill suggested. Harold naturally knew who Quill was talking about, so he didn't ask. "Despite being young and arrogant, he is really something else when it comes to doing his work. Look, this time, he single-handedly destroyed the largest drug trafficking group in Chatterton Town."

he says sharply, as if Yara and I are trying to secretly infiltrate his father’s pack. “Henry,” Harold says a bit sharply, “these two are basically saving our pack. Show some respect.” “It’s okay. I bet you’re worried that we’re trying to find a way to take this pack from your father and you,” I say. “Are you?” Henry asks, challenging me. He’s still young, but Arric can feel his wolf. Even at a young age, he has a strong wolf, which means Arric is right about Harold’s strength. ‘Of course I am,’ Arric says smugly.

Seeing Rhino, Harold wanted to tease him more. Harold smiled and said to Erine Wyatt, "Mom, you're so epic. You have cooked food for Rhino to show your love! I'm so proud of you." Saying that Harold showed a thumbs up to his mom and winked at Rhino slyly. Rhino gave Harold a death glare. Rosalie and Harold both smiled at Rhino.

“Alpha Demetri exiled you from his pack for speaking against him and the king. What did you say that was bad enough to let go one of the most respected leaders amongst the packs.” Harold frowned slightly. “I told the truth, Thane. As I was mandated to. But everyone only wants to live in the illusion of lies.” “What truth?” I asked. Harold folded his barns together in front of himself. “Your white wolf mate, what is her name?” I was taken aback by the question. How had he known about Piper? Harold seemed oblivious to my shock as he focused on something in the distance. “She still has a long path of reckoning up cross, that one. But I believe you can help her and she you.” He spoke simply.