Paw Patrol Is On The Road 소설 & 이야기

** Parker’s POV ** We reach the country road just as the first headlights cut through the mist. Wolves rush to load the kids and the injured. Poppy and Jax climb into the back of the lead truck, which is some kind of old military vehicle. Ryder goes next with Paige in his arms. Jake follows, securing her against the seat, tucking a blanket around her. The glow under her skin flickers again, softer this time. “She’s stabilising,” he says quietly.

Perrin sounded slightly out of breath. “Are you at the Lodge?” “Yea, but I’m taking a break between sets. It’s arm day.” “Mhmm.” I envisioned what Perrin would look like, shirtless and sweating as he did push ups. “You said it was urgent.” “Right! Uh. A few things. Number one, my dad is letting me run patrol.” “Wow, really! That’s great.” “Yea, I’m excited too. I’m first on Thursday.” “Oh wow, same.”

The southern road widened as it sloped toward the copper valley, curling along the mountainside like a rough‑hewn scar. It was the kind of path caravans liked—broad, predictable, room enough for carts, and the kind of arguments that only broke out when wheels got stuck. Today, it held six mounted wolves, riding too quiet. Jax tried to fill the silence for the first half‑hour. Stories about a Nightfang pup who’d gotten his tongue stuck to an ice post on a dare. Complaints about Rhea’s idea of “breakfast.” An elaborate theory about why goats were secretly vengeful spirits.

“Provides one of the most popular routes into town…” The road ahead was blocked off by two more NES 4WDs and another strip of spikes. Talen was waved over by two armed men, and he pulled off to the side of the road and rolled down his window. “Are you not afraid, daddy?” She whispered as they approached. “They’re pretty scary looking.”

"Won't be waiting that long for the next time either." Ant started the truck, as we pulled out a patrol car was pulling into the lot. Ant waved and continued down the road heading to whatever else there was planned for the night.

"It may not matter. Some early babies come out screaming and perfect. But I want you prepared." I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. The baby was very active now, moving in a way that felt purposeful rather than random. Like they were arranging themselves. Getting ready. "They're strong," I said. "You've said so yourself." "I know. And I meant it." Renn appeared in the doorway. She'd been watching the road since we arrived, moving between the window and the door with the quiet efficiency of someone trained for exactly this kind of situation. "Nothing yet," she said. "But Aria, the patrol that was behind us in Callow will have horses by now. We have maybe two hours before someone sweeps

It’s size alone told me it was a child but children don’t shift. “You are when I find you!” Aiden growled before cutting the connection. I heard howling in the distance as the patrols rallied. “Man, I’m dead. Ok so what do we do now.” I sighed. “We better have a plan before dad gets here because he is going to kill us.” The pup started to back away at the sound of the patrols. Trying to slink away to a nearby bush. “We won’t hurt you.” Braxton laid down trying to make himself look as small as possible and not intimidating.

She stood in the road, gripping the woven bag. I kept my foot on the gas. The engine’s roar reverberated through the passage. Patricia yelped and rolled aside into a pile of trash. I sped past the pickup’s truck bed and burst out onto the street. The car merged onto Fulton Street. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw the black SUV give chase. One headlight was shattered, making it look like a one-eyed monster hot on our trail. “Lucas, route me to the nearest police station. Pick roads with the most one-way streets!” I shouted into my Bluetooth headset.

No, certainly not now. Richard straightened from his squat, feeling his knees creak. “Oh, man.” He saw the canopy marquee in the shadowed distance and stared until a car coming down Brazier Drive drew his attention away. The vehicle rolled past, trailing Pink Floyd and marihuana smoke behind it. A minute later a police patrol cruiser drove by. It slowed to a crawl, creeping past the Deadmond home, then continued on after the first car. They could not tell who was behind the wheel. “Huh,” said Tommy, watching it go. He looked toward the house and noticed the German shepherd’s pointy-eared silhouette in one of the windows. “Does the pooch stay indoors?”

It had a red square sewn onto it. "Fuck. Me. You just carry that shit around?" Silas stared wide eyed. "I do." "I've got questions." Brett closed the laptop and eyed the bag. "I'll save them for later. So, we doing this?" "Yeah." Paxton was already steering the SUV around to the main road running along the back of the houses. "We aren't going to discuss this, make a plan or anything?" Brett asked. Silas glanced back. "Nope. Welcome to the Wonder Team. OoRah."