Novel & Cerita Paw Patrol: Marshall And Chase On The Case

The school camera showed the empty front yard—no one obvious—but the angle shifted, panning, and in the fringe of a lamppost two blocks over a dark SUV idled far longer than was casual. “They’re probing,” Marco’s voice came over the encrypted channel. He was tired; I could hear the fatigue under his clipped updates. “Two men, unmarked. One in a jacket, one with a backpack. They keep checking two phones, scanning schedules.” He paused. “License plate partially visible, last three: 4—9—C.”

The remaining three look at me and Dom takes a tentative step away, while Chase and Grant lunge at the same time. Grant shifts into a large gray wolf, his sharp teeth snarling as he aims for my throat. Chase drops low, trying to take my legs out from under me, but both are predictable at best and I sidestep Chase’s attempt and punch Grant in the snout. He whines and shakes his head out before focusing on me again. Chase is a little more hesitant than Grant in his attacks, which makes the attacks much easier to read.

I regretted my past actions and wanted to get out of it, but the way Marshall behaved, I knew he would be dragging me deeper into the mess he was in. But I had to listen to him as I had no other options, that's why I walked towards my study room. I reached there, and I saw Marshall completely worried. "What happened? You're here at this time?" I asked him. "Something isn't right," he spoke. He looked anxious. I sat in front of him and looked at him. "What happened, Marshall?" I asked him calmly. "Two of my rogues were killed almost a month ago. I got this news today as some wolves from our pack discovered their half scavenged body," Marshall confessed.

Chase got down from the car and rush into the clubhouse, It was crowdy and he tries to look for Calista or Rowan but he couldn't see any of them. He walks through the crowd and looks at all the girls he say dancing but he couldn't see her. Chase grind his tooth in anger, he's so going going to kill Rowan for bringing her in such place. He turn and walk out of the clubhouse.. Music was playing so the place is too loud to take phone calls.

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I checked it without thinking. Chase: Few hours in LA and the boys are already swarming. Mason's about to have a very bad week. My head snapped up, scanning the parking lot. My phone buzzed in my hand again. Chase: Cute. You won't find me. Go home and explain the shoe guy.

Their absence echoed in every hallway, in the silence between footfalls, in the way the pups huddled close to their mothers instead of running wild through the yards. Chase sat in one of the inner rooms, his wolf energy steadier, though exhaustion still clung to his skin. He watched me as I paced, his eyes sharp, knowing. “He doesn’t want you near Krav,” Chase said finally. I stopped pacing. “No shit.” “You gonna let him win that?” I dragged a hand through my hair, pulling too hard at the roots. “What do you want me to do? Run after them? Show up in Panther City like I don’t care what it looks like?”

Luckily, Chase was around in time to cover up for him while he would be away. “King,” Marshal had said in a tone that demanded attention. “I’ve got something for you. We need to meet as soon as possible.” Marshal had said. No greetings, no small talk. Typical of him. Now here he was, parked in a high-rise parking garage, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as Marshal approached. The detective opened the passenger door and slid in with what seemed like a practiced ease. Marsha never rushed into anything unprepared, and tonight was no different.

MADDIE POV Marvin and I arrive back on pack lands to border breach sirens wailing. We are standing in the front of the pack house, but this is not where we need to be. *To the meadow!* I hear Marshall yelling for reinforcements through the pack link as soon as we arrive.

Mason spots the patrol first. ‘Alpha, there, near that fallen log! The patrol!’ ‘Stop yelling! We can hear you! Idiot.’ Chastises Jason. He and Mason are litter mates, both with brown fur with white patches on their heads and paws. Mason also has a white patch on his tail. It’s the only difference between them. As we get closer to the patrol, I notice their agitation and it’s unnerving. What is it about this human? ‘Alpha.’ Greets one of the guards with a bow. I turn to him.