Paw Patrol Mission Paw Marshall นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Joe stated, pointing down the road. The others followed his line of sight and saw the five cars hurtling down the road towards their school. “You sure those are our people?” Allen asked. “Oh I see our enforcer!” Patty screamed with delight. The five cars screeched to a halt at the parking lot; one truck and four big SUVs. Sure enough, Marcus was standing in the back of the truck and all five cars were packed with South Hartvale Wolves. “Get them!” Marc roared. “I guess our enforcer doesn’t do negotiations,” Joe noted.

“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.”

James picks up Ashley from the ground, trying to calm and stop her from crying and at the same time, noticing the soft bump on the door. The door opens and out comes Marshall, who barks at one of the two men who came up with him. "Call the authorities! Immediately." He goes back in and closes the door behind him again. James tried to peep in through the open crack but he didn't see anything other than Marshall's body blocking the door and the light in the room.

They turn back and look at me with a grin on their faces, “We certainly hope brother-in-law doesn’t find out.” We stop at a boulder where the crying comes from and we see a pup hugging his knees and crying into them. I crouch down and pull his hands away. He glances up at me and I notice it’s Marcel, the Head Warrior Scar, son. “Marcel sweetie, why are you out here crying? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be alone in the woods?” He nods his head and wipes away his tears on his arm, “I’m sowi, I no do it gain.” He apologises and I nod. I pick Marcel up and put him on my side, “It’s fine sweetie, as long as you don’t do it again.”

"They arrived at the designated spot, finding the man and his partner already there, accompanied by their bodyguards. Mara confidently approached one of the guards. "Hey, how's it going? Could you do me a favor and let your boss know that PJ Masks are here?" she asked casually. The guard, taken aback, responded, "Who are you?" Mara retorted, "Who do I look like?" as she swiftly disarmed him and relieved him of his pistol. Meanwhile, Lucian and Evelyn dealt with the remaining guards before joining Mara inside. The man's expression turned to surprise as he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Marshall used the distraction caused by Maya being gunned down to rush over to where Jasmine was and carried her. "Please save my baby" Arun managed to whisper as he held on tightly to Marshall's leg. "Save my child" he continued to plead but Marshal pulled his leg away from him and carried Jasmine and ran off as he could. Arun stayed back while waiting for the ambulance to arrive. The police had said they called them.

At least then, he would have the time to care for his mate. Marcel chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're too soft." I clenched my fists. "Then what do you suggest?" Marcel smirked, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Rowan will be stripped of his position as a patrol member. From now on, he will serve as a training dummy for our recruits." I stared at him, horrified. Even Rowan had a stricken expression on his face as he looked up. “You can't be serious!"

The Hardisons didn’t matter, Marcus would have insisted on this course of action even if the Hardisons had disagreed, because only her safety meant anything to him. Once he was satisfied with the vehicle's readiness and security measures, Marcus stepped back and closed the garage door. Moving back into the palour room, the bear shifter pulled out his phone to dial Officer Carlson's number. After a few rings, there was a click on the other end of the line when the beta werewolf picked up, followed by a generic greeting of: “Good morning, Officer Carlson of the LAPD speaking. How can I help you?”

"Before I could even get out of my seat, I saw Marshall come in the door behind them. He was careful not to let the door hit the bell. He hid behind one of my shelving units and changed to his wolf. The men were shouting at me to go get the money, but then Marshall stepped just enough into the light to cast very big shadow on the floor at the men's feet. He growled at them very loudly. "I told them, 'Get out of my shop or I will tell my dog to attack you!' Marshall, he growled again louder and started snarling. He stepped forward a little more so they could see that he is huge and will not be easily beaten. The men turned and left my shop, hurrying to get away from my vicious beast. When the

Jake’s voice cut through the air, deep and commanding and I froze. My body obeyed him before my mind had the chance to understand why. The mate bond, even if I refused to feel it, recognized his authority. Pa’s face flushed red, his wolf pushing against his skin in fury. His voice boomed, his power rattling the walls. “Are you deaf?!” His hands fisted so tight his claws burst through skin, blood dripping from his palms. “Is there something wrong with your legs or are you trying to provoke me?” His voice shook the floor beneath my feet. “I said go to your room!”