Paw Patrol Scout Novels & Stories

"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.

“The poor wolf is injured.” The scout’s eyes widened, and his voice rose with effort. “Not delirious.” Ronan took a step toward him. “Speak,” he commanded. The single word carried Alpha authority. Even the elders paused. The scout’s gaze stayed fixed on Morrigan now, hatred shaking through his weakened body. “The patrol routes,” he rasped. “They weren’t changed by Ronan.” A wave of murmuring swept the pack. Lyra’s breath caught. This was it.

Business and finances were running smoothly. But there is something strange. This time, Scout Victor often paces in front of Cora and Ethan's yard. There is a reason that he is doing something related to his work. Scout Victor also pays more attention to Cora, wherever and whenever there is a chance to see her. Either when Luna is on duty in the house pack, chatting with Ethan in front of her house, or taking care of the werewolf children. Or even when there is a meeting of the Crescent Pack Council and staff in the hall.

“And, apparently, your personal vet.” Riley’s gaze darted to me, his expression unreadable. I avoided it entirely, focusing instead on Scout, who let out a low, pitiful whine. Jade sighed. “Let’s get this over with.” — Two hours later, Scout was sedated, his ribs wrapped, his broken paw immobilized. Jade peeled off her gloves, dropping them into her bag with a sigh. “He needs rest,” she said, her tone clipped as her gaze flicked between Riley and me. “And don’t let him move around too much on those legs. He’s lucky it wasn’t worse.”

At ground-level, cold dew drenched footfalls as scouts slipped across borders to meet Luna’s patrols for the first time. Trisha rode with them silent, distant as Ridge scouts and Luna emissaries aligned along a muddy trail. Shared uniforms in russet and silver. Trimmed banners hanging low. Eyes watching, calculating. When patrol began, a Ridge scout scanned drifts of hoof prints near the tree line. A shared sentinel, lantern in hand, mirrored gesture , eyes meeting across Autumn’s chill. No word, but the air itself acknowledged fragile unity. They passed a wounded doe, half-hidden in brush -sign of Hollow territory. Luna scouts withdrew at Serin’s signal. Ridge trackers tended quietly. Patr

“What symbol?” The scout hesitated, then said, “A broken flame. Carved into leather.” My breath caught. Kael. It had to be. Draven exchanged a glance with me, his jaw set. “Get every patrol leader in position,” he said. “And prepare the eastern defenses. Quietly. No full alarm unless they breach.” The scout nodded and ran. Auren looked at both of us, sensing the shift in the air. “What’s happening?” I knelt and brushed the hair back from his face.

“Kai is my lover, and the two alphas are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kai once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two alphas could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the alphas and Dereck are here now.”

Michael was having a hard time waiting, especially since they were a mated and marked pair. Brett had been promoted to lead scout and had been engaged in training other wolves to be scouts, as well as going on his own scouting missions. Typically, warriors were sent out to scout, but Brett’s unique abilities in both areas have shown to be quite useful, and Callan had been working to find those within the pack that would make good scouts.

He says, with his lips trembling and tears glazing over his eyes. FUCK. ME. He is kidnapping young men and women. What is happening to the women? Where are they going? “Why did he send you to scout my pack?” “He wanted me to report back to him the path you take for the full moon run.” The scout said. “What’s your name scout?” I asked “Jake Woods, Alpha. Will you help me? Please?” He’s practically begging.

At Dominion pack, just as the sun began to set on the designated meeting day, Scarlett's pack emerged from the trees, their paws quiet on the forest floor. Scarlett led the way, her sleek black fur glistening in the fading light. Her piercing yellow eyes scanned the clearing, locking onto Jasper and Athena. Scarlett's tail twitched with excitement as she approached, her ears perked up and alert. She wore a silver-tipped collar, symbolizing her status as alpha, and her muscles rippled beneath her fur as she moved.