Paw Patrol Marshall X Chase Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”