Paw Patrol Mission Paw Marshall Novels & Stories

They wore the old Voss expressions, the ones Aiden had seen on his father’s face for years. Rylan shifted forward, but Aiden lifted a hand, stopping him. “Anyone else?” Aiden asked. A woman by the far wall raised her hand without waiting to be invited. Mara. Mid‑thirties. Gamma. Ran logistics for three city blocks without missing a shipment. Kept the pups’ immunization schedules better than most human clinics. “I’ll speak,” she said. “Since the boys are having feelings.” A few of the younger wolves bristled. Mara ignored them.

Through their bond, Marina felt his Alpha instincts flare as he processed the information carried in that howl. "Border patrol," he said, pulling on clothes with efficient speed. "Something's wrong at the eastern perimeter." Marina dressed just as quickly, her hybrid senses stretching out to taste the air. Dawn was still an hour away, the world caught in that grey space between night and morning when magic was strongest and danger most likely. They met Kael in the corridor, already armed and gathering warriors. "Report," Silvain commanded. "Border patrol found someone," Kael said grimly. "Shadowpaw wolf, barely alive. Looks like he's been running for days. He keeps saying he has a message fo

Patrick greeted with a smile. “Hi.” I waved at him. “Uncle Curtis.” A very familiar voice whined behind us. “What is it, Marissa? I am busy.” The coach answered sharply, glaring at her. “If you’re here to whine, please go back to your work.” “That's not fair, Uncle. Our pompom hasn't arrived yet, and we need it now. You told me everything had been ordered.” She walked to us, bumped my shoulder with hers, the same shoulder that was roughly pushed outside class earlier.

"I'll take good care of you and your pup." I sat up fast and grabbed her hand mid-reach. "Martha, didn't your two pups go train on Nightmaw Mountain last month? Still not back, right? Pretty dangerous terrain. Good thing my pack—Silverlune Pack—patrols that area. But if something DID happen... and the patrol just MISSED it... what then?" She froze. Whole body shaking. Her kids—her one soft spot. I let go, calm again. Lay back. "Let's make a deal."

This has to be quick though. When Fiadh knocked I let her in. “Alpha Baylor, Siobhan has been asking for you. What could be…” I stepped back so she could see Marlon lying on my bed. “Where did that pup come from?” I picked Marlon up and said, “This is Alpha Heir Marlon Leary, his parents were killed tonight on their way to help our pack. This little guy is going to need our help,” I explained.

She shows me where the pups bed down for naps during the day, and we watch the tangled cuddle puddle of softly snoring little ones for a while before we wave goodbye to the female knitting in her rocking chair as she watches over them. Nia explains that mostly dams drop them off when they get cranky, but sometimes, pups will decide they’ve had enough and deliver themselves to the nap den. She taps the walkie talkie clipped into the belt of her black jeans and talks about how each “area of endeavor” has a “marshal” who is in contact via radio. She says easily half the calls are to the nap den with a marshal jokingly asking if one of his grown workers is there. “So marshals are the highest ran

“We are going to take back what's ours!” I hurried out of the room and took a leap of faith as we headed to Fernandez's hideout. Arriving there, Marshall was on his way out with his herds of men. The cars stopped and his men came out all armed and guarded. I got out of the car and my men followed with a straight face. “Call out your boss. We have some unfinished business…” I had hardly finished my words when the door of one of the cars at the back opened and Marshall slowly made his way out of the car, using his walking stick as a form of support.

Marshall said as more shouts could be heard from the wreckage. “Find them, they couldn’t have gotten far.” Marshall and Philly both heard. “Meryl, we are going to need you here.” Philly tells him. “On my way.” Meryl yells as he shifted into a white wolf with a little bit of black streaks. With lightening speed, he was gone rushed to the woods where Marshall said he saw the kids disappear.

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.

We must trust your hound and the goddess. Hadrian pulled Emily into his lap. Wyatt had reached out to his omega and Terry led in detective Marshall. He was in his mid-thirties and just under six feet with an athletic build. His olive skin was shaved clean, and he had piercing brown eyes. The rumpled gray suit was overshadowed by the high-ranking beta aura. “Marie, you know Jack Marshall, don’t you?” Wyatt asked her gently. “Yes, Alpha,” she whispered. “Okay, I need you to tell him what happened. He’s going to look at your head and then we’ll get a healer for you,” Wyatt said as the detective pulled a chair over.