روايات وقصص ضمن Paw Patrol: Marshall And Chase On The Case

Chapter 23 Patrick Walker’s smile lingered long after the hatch slammed shut. His bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. One finally broke the silence. “Chairman… should we send another team into the tunnels?” Patrick slowly turned his cane in his hand. “No.” The guard frowned. “But sir, Marcus Hale is with them.” “I know.” “And Ashley Wellspring.” “I know.” “The evidence they’re carrying” Patrick raised a hand, silencing him. “You still don’t understand.” He walked toward the edge of the pier, staring at the restless water below.

I want to look around, to see if the rest of the pack came with him, but I can’t tear my gaze away from him driving the other wolf away from me. As third in the pack, Marshall is one of the best fighters we have, whether human or wolf. He fights silently. He doesn’t growl or snarl the way the intruder does, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t furious. I feel the lash of his rage as he snaps his teeth and uses every ounce of coiled muscle to attack. Marshall doesn’t hold back. In seconds he has the black-brown wolf pinned and goes for his throat. But then my eyes widen in horror as a lighter brown wolf barrels out of nowhere and slams into Marshall, knocking him away.

he responded curtly, his tone filled with urgency, as he sprinted away from the clearing and into the surrounding woods. Weak and disoriented, I struggled to regain my senses. Where was Malik? What had happened to the rest of the pack? "Chase, please, stop!" I pleaded, digging my claws into his shirt. I could feel the strength in his muscles beneath my hands, but he continued to march forward without faltering. "Damn it, Chase, what are you doing?" "We're under attack," he stated firmly. That declaration jolted me out of my daze. "What?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with shock and disbelief. "Put me down. I can handle this on my own."

This morning, Chloe, Sev, and Case left to go meet up with some of the wolves to track down the Riding Hoods. All would have been good with that plan, except for two things: 1) it wasn’t their turn on the rotation to go out into the field and 2) I could tell that something was wrong.

informed his assistant. His brows furrowed. He checked the time on his laptop. It was less than an hour since he dropped her, and she was already down. This couldn’t be. He gave her the address of the firm and the line to his office. Ari could have called him first, but she did not. He suddenly felt the twist in his stomach. “Sir? It’s another Wrylee.” “Charleigh?” Well, his wife is also a Wrylee. “She’s a Chase,” Kayden corrected.

Silas's point of view The message came through as a single line from the patrol guard near the southern woods: “We’ve found a scent trail. Blood. Small footprints. You need to come.” I didn’t hesitate. I was halfway out of the corridor when I called Dalton through the comm link embedded in my watch. “Southern woods,” I said tersely. “Bring three of your fastest and meet me there in ten.” “On it.” My wolf surged beneath my skin, claws scraping just under the surface, demanding to be set loose. I let him edge closer than usual, knowing I’d need his instincts if we were going to track her. My daughter. My blood.

I needed space and time, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how hard I tried, it would follow me. The kids were in the living room, laughing and playing, completely unaware of the tension that had built up between their mother and their father — the man who had always seemed to be a constant, whether I liked it or not. "Mom!" Charlotte shouted as I walked through the door. I forced a smile, trying to push away the discomfort in my chest. "Hey, sweetie. How was school today?" "Good!" Caleb chirped, throwing a toy car across the room toward me. "We learned about wolves today."

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

Marcella- Alert all packs of the fugitives. Me- Both Lucy and Bridget are wolfless. Marcella- Have your police force reach out to the humans. Me- OUR police force. I see Fran’s tail wag. ME- (Pack wide). Return to the pack. Any patrol who finds the fugitives should arrest them on sight. We all return to the pack. And Mom is handing out shirts to the females and shorts to the males. “I’m impressed son,” Martin says to Wesley. “I don’t care,” Wesley answers and makes his way to me and Marcella.

Then, he sat down next to Stella with a natural expression. "Aren't we meeting in the afternoon? Why'd you come over this early?" Marshall replied warmly, "Madam Chase is going on a picnic with some of her classmates this afternoon, so she asked me to be her driver. I was worried that I wouldn't make it this afternoon; I dropped by because I needed to help her pick up some things." Stella was puzzled, "Madam Chase?" Marshall smiled, "My mother's last name is Chase." Stella nodded.