Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

Samoa answered, with an anxious look on his face. Frowning Tiger nodded at Samoa’s response. This was a threat outside their current capabilities. So it was necessary to include some craft and guile in their plans. Samoa and Joe were scouts belonging to the most prestigious scouting party in the village. They had extensive knowledge on Magical Beasts and knew just what would be good enough to cause them some damage and whittle away their numbers.

I forced my expression neutral. I needed to tell him. Later. Alone. “Darian?” I looked at Talia. “I'm fine.” She clearly didn't believe me. My father studied me for another second before turning back to Talia. “Your scouts need to be careful near the eastern border.” Her amusement disappeared. “Why?” “We lost another wolf yesterday.” Talia went completely still. “Who?” "Patrick. From the furthest eastern patrol.” The color drained from Talia’s face. Patrick was a seasoned scout.

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

"Kyra, look." One of their scouts was leading a patrol that was coming out of the jungle ahead. The scout walked up, his expression serious. "Alpha Kyra, Alpha Damon," was his greeting to them. "We've found something you need to see." The scout led them to a clearing further into the forest, and they followed him.

But I was Luna, and Luna did not ask permission. "We move at dusk," he said. I nodded and fell in line. The patrol moved to the outer border as the sun went down. I kept my eyes on the tree line, my hand near the blade at my hip, my breathing steady. The wolves around me moved in silence, trained and focused. I heard the sound of an animal before I saw anything. I turned, my hand going to my own blade, but the Silverling scout was already there. He came out of the dark fast, faster than I expected, his eyes locked on me.

Everyone looks up when I enter. Kade doesn’t smile. He just nods once. “Close the door,” he says. I do. The click feels louder than it should. He waits until I take the empty chair near Maya before he speaks. “Scouts again,” he says. “Closer this time. Three sets of prints within a mile of the southern perimeter. Same claw pattern Lila identified. Silver Moon.” A low growl rumbles from Darius. He doesn’t say anything, but his knuckles are white around the arm of his chair.

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

Kai. ​The scout's final memory is filled with the terrifying blur of Atlas roaring to life, his silver-tipped black fur a storm that shielded her. His roar was thunderous as he tackled my scout, tearing his throat out before the powder could fully take hold. Kai's bond to the girl... it is a pull I can sense even through the dead scout's eyes, but I cannot comprehend it. It is a brilliant silver flame that actively thwarts the shadows.

"I have news. From the western border." "What news?" Jasper asks. The scout swallows hard. "There's been a sighting. In the forest. Near the rogues' territory." Jasper's chest tightens. "A sighting of what?" "A wolf," the scout says. "Larger than any we've seen before. One of the patrol wolves got close enough to see it. He said it was massive. Terrifying. Moved like nothing he'd ever encountered." "A Direwolf," Jasper says. The scout nods. "That's what we think. But there's more. The patrol wolf said he felt power radiating from it. Power stronger than any Alpha he's faced."

He had to lead them away from this area to prevent them from finding her. After laying her on the not-so-damp ground, he shifted and ran out of the cave. Not long after, in the nearby woods, a group of werewolves appeared. They all shifted forms, and Scott recognized some of them. They were from the Moon Ashes patrol team. “Scott Griffith,” greeted one of the patrol team members. “What are you doing at the border?” “Patrolling,” Scott replied. “What are you doing at the border?” “Of course, patrolling,” another one answered.