Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

the scout reveals, "Often, and usually around the time Skye works there." I grip the edge of my desk, fighting back the surge of rage. How dare he? Skye is my daughter, she is my responsibility, not his. But even as I seethe in silent fury, I can't deny the cold knot of dread that is settling in my stomach. Jayleen Silver is a Lycan, more powerful than an ordinary werewolf. And if he is truly Skye's mate... it complicates things. "Keep an eye on them," I order, my voice turning icy. "And report back to me with every detail."

He lounges like he doesn’t have a care in the world, sipping on a drink like there aren’t thirty bodies strewn across his lawn. “Alpha King Ethan, we are ready,” Scout James, the scout who was in charge of this pack’s reconnaissance, says. He crouches beside me, looking out from under the brush we’re hiding behind. Nodding, I motion for the two groups to split. Maximus takes the lead of group one, darting toward the unsuspecting Whiteclaw Pack. Shouts and sounds of surprise rise from the men who were roaming the front lawn, and my small group makes the best of the distraction.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

The Delta’s eyes roamed over my body, stopping to ogle my full breasts before strolling down to focus on the hairy mound between my legs. “Alpha Jaxon loves a clean-shaved pussy,” he said while his eyes were still pinned on my private parts. When he finally looked at my face which had become red with embarrassment, he said, “We’ll take this one. How much is she?” “Seventy gold coins!” Scout answered promptly. “For what?” Asked the Delta, glaring at Scout. “She’s from a good pedigree. She’s related to the Alpha of Apex Woods.” “Is that true?” The Delta asked me.

The scouts froze, suddenly aware that the territory was alive, that the energy of the Alpha pair — and the newborn — pulsed around them like a warning. I stepped forward, low growl rumbling in my chest. “Leave now,” I said, voice carrying through the trees, deep, commanding. “Or face what happens to those who threaten my family.” One of the shadows faltered, and I felt it — a subtle pulse of energy from the baby, reacting instinctively. The scouts didn’t know what they were sensing, but fear rippled through them. Our newborn, so small and fragile to the eye, already commanded respect. Already influenced the territory.

It was one of our scouts, their breathing shallow and ragged. "What happened?" I demanded, kneeling beside them. The scout’s eyes fluttered open, and they gasped, "Rogues… they’re moving… toward the eastern border. They have… something powerful… something unnatural." I exchanged a grim look with Killian. --- As I rose to my feet, the faint glow surrounding the scout began to intensify. "What’s happening?" Eva asked, her voice tinged with alarm. Before I could answer, the scout’s body convulsed, and a burst of energy erupted from them, knocking us all back. When the light faded, the scout was gone—vanished into thin air.

Go ahead and show him, Talia. Talia put a burst of energy in our back legs and soared up and over Scout, landing lightly on his back and using that as leverage to take off again, leaving him in the dust. I heard Scout’s howl and the pad of his feet picking up, trying to catch us. Wasn’t going to happen, buddy! We burst through the tree line into the meadow behind the Packhouse. Talia put on the brakes; there were five warriors waiting for us there. Scout skidded to a stop right behind Talia, almost falling on top of her. The warriors stared.

the lead scout bellowed as he pounced, and sliced through the air at me with his claws at my chest. I was weak, I was a ragged shadow of a wolf, my fur patchy and my muscles raw; but fierce I was, with a mother’s horror. I shifted slightly and my teeth clicked into the scout’s arm, blood sprawling into my mouth, a yelp burning in his throat. Then a second scout gutted me — burning-hot pain, my fur bled slick — but I wheeled, struck and... claws raked his chest, snapped ribs, his body lurched. The other shot a silver dart, cutting my shoulder, my snarl a raw sound as the pain burst, but I tackled him, my weight smashing him down, his skull hitting the concrete floor, eyes rolling back. The fo

A Red Fang scout, young, reckless, crossed the line chasing a deer. He didn’t make it three steps onto River Claw ground before two River Claw wolves had him pinned, teeth at his throat. Luna got there before blood was drawn. “Release him,” Luna said. Her voice didn’t shake. The River Claw wolf holding the scout looked at her, then at the council witness fifty yards back, then let go. The scout scrambled back over the line, shaking, furious. Luna didn’t yell at him. She didn’t need to. The shame was worse.

“Like a present.” “Viking?” Zoe paused next to his work area, and he looked up from the butterfly tat that he was inking on a woman’s lower back, his red hair as wild as ever. “Can you listen for Keira? She’s sleeping, and I think she’s out for at least two hours, but can you just stay alert? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Two minutes,” Scars corrected her. “Scout’s Honor.” “You were a Boy Scout?” Zoe asked him skeptically. “Tidy little uniform and badges and making fire by rubbing two sticks together ?”