Paw Patrol Marshall X Chase Novels & Stories

"Chase Lucas didn’t think of going to Mallow village initially, but when you went, he probably made the last-minute decision. The way he sees it, it’s your fault that he ended up like this, so he wants to seek revenge. But since he doesn’t have the capability for it, he wants to see Leo avenging him with his own eyes. After he followed us to the Mallow Village, he didn’t dare to show his face publicly. But I’m sure he was secretly watching the whole battle between us and Leo. Later when Leo was defeated, he did not want to expose himself even more." "Now that you’ve mentioned it, I remembered something! Yesterday evening when we left the village, I saw an MPV parked in the forest not far fro

Archie asks, and I nod as I study Chase. Chase seems to ooze with dominance as he strides confidently towards the breakfast bar. His hair is golden blond. He has shaved the sides of his head short, to show off, I suspect, the tattoo starting just above his ear. It’s an intricate pattern running down his neck and below his collar. I can see him being a character in one of the human shows my mum watches where they wear leather and ride motorbikes. I wonder if he wears leather when he’s not in uniform.

Michael demanded impatiently. "Sir, I'm afraid, there is a problem." Blackadder began to speak and Michael heard his heart start to fall apart. "What problem?!" He growled and Tommy flinched at the sound of his voice. "My men lost them on a speed chase, an hour ago, and when they found them again, they were long gone leaving only the now deceased body of Madam Lina Rosa," "What?!" "I'm sorry, Sir..."

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.

“Okay. Scarlett, why don’t you take Maya out back? I want to catch up with my friend.” “No problem, come on, Maya.” Scarlett linked her arm with Maya’s, and he watched them both walk through the house. He heard the back door go signaling they were alone. “Your wolf is pacing. Why’s he pacing?” Marshall asked, folding his arms. “You can sense that?” “I’m an alpha, Zion. Stop evading the question.” “Evading? That’s a big word for you.” “Stop it, okay. I’m really not in the mood right now. Just tell me what’s going on. I’ve not heard from you in days, and now you’re bringing the runt to meet me.”

“Take my mother now. I can walk.” Xander’s jaw clenched, torn, but he obeyed. He shifted swiftly into his wolf, carefully hoisting my mother onto his back. I watched as he bounded toward the pack house, his silhouette vanishing into the lantern glow of the gates. Only then did my legs finally give out beneath me, collapsing me into the dirt.

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.”