Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

"This is scout gear. High-level scout gear. Who taught you to use this?" "I taught myself while I was busy not being dead." Joshua shoved the kit into his pack. He didn't look at Richard. He walked to the edge of the road, where the asphalt turned into a muddy slope. He knelt, his fingers tracing a deep indentation in the sludge. "What is it?" Richard was behind him, his hand hovering over his own hip where a silver-burn was still pulsing red. "Look at the depth," Joshua said, pointing to a set of paw prints. "Four inches deep. Wide splay on the pads. That’s a lead scout from the Northern Tundra pack. They’re heavy, built for snow, but they’re fast in the mud."

the patrol warriors bowed their heads as they greeted us "What did you find?" I asked and they looked at each other "We have sent a few of the warriors to find out, we smelt a new scent in that direction" they informed and I nodded my head "Let's go" I said as I moved to where the warriors indicated, we walked past the borders as we smelt an unique scent, this scent doesn't belong to a rogue, and it was quiet different than how wolves usually smell. We followed the scent to see the warriors scouting the area, I didn't bother to wait and see what they were doing, my feet moved on its own as I followed the scent. I could hear a soft crying sound, it sounds like a cry of a baby, I wonder who it

Logan followed his gaze to where Paige sat on a wooden bench at the end of the hall, her expression hollow and pale. He wasn't about to rely solely on an instructor’s word. He marched down to the lower ward where my trainer was being treated. The man’s legs were bound tight in splints and heavy linen wraps. Knowing the Alpha was demanding answers, the seasoned scout didn't mince words. “I was reviewing the wind patterns with the Luna when I spotted her pack-mate hovering around the equipment shed. I didn't sound the alarm because I assumed she was just curious about the gear, as low-rank wolves often are.”

The patrol forms up behind, boots crunching in synchronized rhythm, a sound as crisp as bone underfoot. We are six tonight, counting me. Four betas, muscle and hunger layered in quilted black and the kind of nervous energy that only comes when the moon is full and the law is at stake. Two scouts, lean and silent, both with scars that speak for them. I hand-picked every one for what happens next. “Eyes up,” I say, not raising my voice. I don’t need to.

she asked, and for the first time, she sounded genuinely uncertain. “The same way you do everything else. One step at a time.” She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she nodded. They rode in silence for another hour before the first scout found them. He dropped from a tree branch onto the path ahead, landing in a crouch, his hand on his blade. Young, maybe eighteen, with wide dark eyes and a scar across his chin. He looked at the group, taking in Kaden and Kael’s size, Gregor’s sword, Mother Elara’s calm, Vera’s uncertainty.

“I know you want me to talk about how I’m feeling and maybe it would make me feel better about Merrick’s upcoming wedding, but I think we have bigger things to deal with right now. Like those scents that our patrols picked up. I know you were telling me about them when I zoned out, so catch me up. Cayden narrows his eyes at me for a moment and says, “Okay, but we’re nowhere near done talking about this, Scarlett.” Oh, goodie, I think to myself. Want to bring Zella, too? How about your parents and siblings? Let everyone in on my private life. “Anyway, our patrols haven’t been able to identify the scents. They aren’t rogue wolves. They aren’t wolves at all. Some trackers went out to see if the

The first scout fell for the lie without fault, already turning to head in the direction shown, but his teammate halted him with a firm hand to the shoulder. "I already went East. If the girl's sent was there, I'd kn-" a loud gurgle cut into his phrase, followed by the shock howl of his packmate as the scout fell to the ground, blood oozing from a fresh wound in his neck. "TRAITOR!" Realizing what was happening, the second scout barreled into Zak, sending them both tumbling to the ground. I quickly launched out of my hideout, but Zak was quick to kill his opponent, rising from the short fight with a mere cut beneath this eye.

I slipped past the grand parlor, catching a glimpse of Luna Maereth’s severe, uncompromising profile that was etched through the open door before finally reaching the long, curving drive that led to the front gate. The walk felt long under the intensity of the palace, and I could only control the agony that filled my heart. I scanned the environment, spotting the two pack scouts that guarded the main iron gates. Their gazes swept the perimeter, and they hid under the slough of the darkness. “Omega!” The first scout, a broad-shouldered young wolf with a rather unfamiliar scent, nodded curtly. His expression was a careful mixture of deference and sympathy. “Just stretching my legs.” I faked a

"Did anyone get close enough for a proper look? Markings, colors, anything identifiable?" The scout hesitates, something uncertain crossing his face. "One of them," he says slowly. "The lead wolf, I think, based on positioning. He was wearing something around his neck. A pendant, or a badge of some kind. I only caught a glimpse before they vanished into the tree line, but—" "But what?" I press, unease already building in my chest. "I sketched what I remembered," the scout says, producing a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, hands slightly unsteady as he passes it across the table.

Marcus growled. His frustration practically rolled off him in waves. "He missed training." He crossed his arms. "Again." Dad sighed heavily. Marcus continued. "I don't know what kind of Beta he's going to make if he's acting like this already." I nodded. "This is ridiculous." Before the conversation could continue, a mind link suddenly hit me. 'Alpha.' I immediately recognized Scooter's voice, one of the night patrolling wolfs. 'What's going on?' 'I've been patrolling for the last four hours. At first I thought it was just the wind shifting, but I'm picking up rogue scent.'