Paw Patrol Mission Paw Chase Novels & Stories

And this happens. I kick the empty can and I was in horror when it hits the formal guy. He's wearing a tuxedo and formal black pants. I was about to run and pretend that I didn't do it but he immediately grab my arms. “Where do you think you're going?” He asked coldly. The hell, how can I run from him? I cover my face so that if my plan is successful he will never see me again. I bite his fingers and he immediately let go of me. He shouted in an unfamiliar language, it felts like he was cursing in an alien language. I immediately run for my life. I run as fast as I can.

The council had already assembled by the time I made my way downstairs, but at least I wasn’t the last of the twelve to show up. Several members of my family were on the council — my uncles Gage and Sam, myself, and my father, of course. That was a third right there. My father’s close childhood friend, Liam Black, was also a member. Uncle Sam had once confided in me that Liam was meant to be the pack beta, but Gage had gone on a tear, wreaking so much havoc that the rest of the council had begun to pressure my father to take Gage on as the pack beta instead.

“I also can’t wait to see our home be a little busy. Should we ask our children to give us a grandchildren?” “It won’t be a bad idea” “Alright, let’s tell them that” “Yes” ... “Are you alright Cali?” Waving his hand, Callisto sat down as he feel a bit nauseous. They are doing an inspection patrol in their pack an unknown creature was reported to be wandering in the woods. Although Sebastian told him he can do it by himself, Calisto wont just let him do so. And that argument resulted to this. “Yes, I just need a small break”

All those thoughts had came back in his head. He gave a sigh, trying to push what Malcom said to the back of his head. He always knew that there was more than friendship between the two, and had always wanted to ask Kristoff, but doubted he would have told him anything. The security camera system made a pinging sound, when Chance glance at his notification. He saw a video of Malcom waving a baseball bat, threatening to break his car windows. He took a swing at the car, but Chance made no move because it wasn't his car.

"What are you talking about, Luxious?" "Hmm?" He smiled and put his arm around me. "You still don't get it, huh? I am your owner, Tiarra... remember? I am feeding you because you are my dog—" I gave him a reason to back off by stamping his foot. I was still not satisfied because I even kicked him. "So you are trying to poison me, is that it?! You are aware that dogs are not allowed to eat chocolates, right?" Luxious just chuckled while avoiding my attacks. "So you are not recognizing yourself as human anymore? It appears that you are eventually accepting yourself as my dog." He grinned playfully. "Can you bark for me though?"

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

Paws who had finally found them exclaimed fiercely, “What did you do to him he’s so tattered!” “YOUR WHAT?” “Guys please stop we have a mission!”

The Forest Paw wolves have earned the training day cut short. “Tomorrow, Lease, Dominic, Miles, and Christian will train the Forest Paw wolves. I want to take Scarlet and train her one-on-one.” I call out above the happy crowd of wolves, getting an excited grin from Scarlet and a yes ma’am from everyone else. It felt nice being as one in a group of wolves working towards the same goal, the goal of becoming stronger. I was proud of Forest Paw, even though I was no longer one of them.

CHASE ************** Five Years Later **************** “Hey, take it easy!” I growl out as Fallon and Gray’s twins race past me, nearly knocking the tray of burgers out of my hands. “Sorry, Uncle Chase!” their daughter calls over her shoulder, though she doesn’t slow down in her pursuit of her brother as he weaves between the people gathered on the back lawn of the packhouse, darting around them in an effort to escape her. He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips.