Paw Patrol Mission Paw Marshall Mga Nobela at Kwento

* I ask, a little hesitantly. *Alpha….* big pause, *I’d be honored. She is an amazing little girl, and her wolf is a total spitfire. And to know you’d trust me enough with her and Luna’s safety, wow! It will be a challenge, but totally worth it. I’m in. Thank you, sir! Marshall, I know is eager to keep this assignment and he’s perfect for second in command. I’ll get you the names of other warriors I think would be a good match by the end of the week. Until then, Marshall and I have things covered with my team at Patty’s.*

"I just pretended it did. And luckily, the portable fire pump dad gave me was still in the car." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It came in handy because I didn't know if I could've survived all that." Roman lost his train of thought, eying the Panther stalking toward us cautiously and aiming the hose at him. "No." I placed my hand over him, lowering the hose. "Don't worry; he's one of the good guys." Malcolm's growl then became a groan as he shifted back into his human form. Roman dropped the hose and stumbled backward, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

Marshall had requested reinforcements from his family. Subsequently, Cyril Ludendorff, a Duke from the Ludendorff family, personally led a team to rendezvous with Marshall, and their intentions aligned perfectly. Marshall was hunting Andrew, while Cyril, a martial god-level powerhouse, was after Rosemary, who had fled into Wraith Graveyard. Marshall chuckled. "I'm Marshall, from the Ludendorff family. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Rosemary Clooney."

Tears threaten to fall as I stare at the bump. “I’m so happy for you both, and I couldn’t let anything happen to you or your sister. It is my job to protect you. But know this, your pup will have the best life. We are a family now. I accept you as a member of my pack. I Alpha Destinee Shaw, hereby accept Blair Marshall, fated mate of Leon Marshall as a member of my pack and family.” My pack placed their hands on Blair and they all said in unison that they accepted her.

“We only have half an hour left for patrols. Suck it up, baby, you can do this,” “Fine!” Marcus huffed and then groaned as he closed the link. “How do you follow Will Smith in the Snow?” Xander asked, and Marcus groaned. “You follow the fresh prints,” Xander laughed, and Marcus rolled his eyes and tried to tune him out. He wished he and Zendaya would patrol together. They should! Marcus thought. ‘Instead, she's on the other end of the territory, and I'm over here with Xander and his lame dad jokes!’ Marcus thought.

They mainly ran our main house, but they were also in charge of the other locations staffing. Chase and Bjorn were the last pair sitting near Marcellus. Marcellus had earned my trust. He assisted us with strengthening our defenses, even after learning I killed his father. He young man had a good heart; he was just taught to hate. His eye was almost healed, you could still see the pale bruise around it. He was sucker punched in training. One of the 17-year-old wolves thought he was being funny. I made him follow Marcellus around in a pink tutu with a pair of spanks on for 48 hours.

"Papa? Did the handsome man bring the sun-drops?" Mars paused, looking at the bag of candy Grant had handed him. He pulled out a milk chew and handed it to the boy. "Yes, Apollo. He brought them." "Is he a good wolf?" Mars looked toward the door, sensing Grant’s presence standing guard in the hallway, a silent, powerful sentinel. "He's a stubborn wolf," Mars whispered. "But he’s ours." The transition was swift. We moved through the back service entrance of the Pacific Crest Resort, Grant’s security team forming a wall of muscle and fur around us. The twins were bundled in blankets, unaware of the war being waged over their heads.

She'd beg. The sirens in the distance caught their attention. Gary motioned it was time to leave. The Police cars pulled up to the house just as the two wolves made it to the nearby woods. Luckily for them, all the pack members in the Police Department had taken time off to help at the compound. ------------------

I'm kind of exaggerated but who cares! Alex looked at me like I was a criminal; like it was a crime to hate marshmallows. “How… how… oh my God. How can you say marshmallows are disgusting? They’re divine…” Okay, this guy was just being dramatic. Did marshmallows save his life or something? I chuckled, amused that it was bothering him this much. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you. Can we drop this and focus on what we’re here to do?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows and pouted like a kid who just got scolded by his mum. "I guess we can."