Paw Patrol Skye Sad Novels & Stories

Then, a sound —a soft, heart-wrenching sob —yet its source remained elusive. Maysie's heart fractured at the sound. She followed the trail of sorrow, her movements swift and resolute, until she discovered Skye, a forlorn figure crumpled behind an armchair, her tears a silent testament to her anguish upon the cold, unyielding floor. "Oh, Skye," Maysie breathed, her voice a whisper. She knelt beside her, her touch a whisper of solace, tenderly sweeping the hair from Skye's tear-streaked face.

“No I–“ “Then why’d you hesitate when you thought I was dead or dying, Sky? I would have been dead and you’d have been grieving.” Skylar let a low growl escape his throat as he glared at his mate. “Don’t go there, Princess.” “Don’t go there? Are you serious? I could have died on the side of the street! You could have at least called nine one one, Sky!” “You think I’d just let you die in the middle of the woods?” He grit. “No! Of course not but still–“ “What are you so angry with me about, Princess?!” “You think I’m weak, damn it!” Cheyenne yelled.

I spent the whole forty-five minutes daydreaming about him turning around and smiling at me again. When the class finally ended and Mrs. Reed walked out, the door burst open. Skye rushed straight toward us with tears streaming down her face. Her shoulders shook as she tried to catch her breath. “Skye! What happened?” I asked, jumping up. Zoey was already on her feet too. “Talk to us. Why are you crying?” But Skye could not calm down. She kept sobbing, her words broken and shaky. We rubbed her back and asked more questions, but she was too upset to speak properly.

I saw worry in her eyes and it made my heart hurt. “Maddie, princess, what’s wrong?” I asked her. ‘She is still angry at Skye,’ Skol sighed. ‘She doesn’t want to shift.’ I sighed and walked closer to Maddie. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her temple. She took a deep breath and leaned into me. “Skye did it all to protect you, princess,” I said softly. “She loves you so much.” Maddie remained silent. It was driving me crazy. I needed to know what she was thinking.

“It’s all out in the open, now.” “It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?” Skye smiled back, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I watched him worriedly as he toyed with his fingers, standing uncomfortably in the centre of the room. “It is,” I hummed, kicking off my boots. “But – are you okay?” “Yeah,” he croaked, and then, to my great dismay, a single tear streaked down his cheek. He brought up a hand to rub it away harshly in the hopes that I wouldn’t see it, but it was too late.

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.

He got up and groaned but not that sexy one, that one when he's frustrated and pissed off. "You are not fine Skye! Look at you, you've become so lifeless from the inside and out. Its killing me knowing that I can't help because you wont tell me whats wrong! Tell me Skye please. Please just tell me." I looked at him and saw that a few traitorous tears fell. It broke me even more seeing him like this.

They may not know it yet, but I was already a goner for them. “Can you… the gender?” A soft voice murmured somewhere, just near me, pulling me from a haze of suffocating emotions. I stared down to find Sky fighting tears. and this time, they were tears of joy. She had her little fist stuffed into her mouth as she muffled all the sounds, but the sick psychopath inside of me wanted all of it raw and bared in the open for my sick satisfaction. Call me a sick fuck I was, but I didn’t want her to hide such a lovely moment. I wanted to see all of her, her soul, every second as she rode the most intense wave of emotions. I wanted it all.

Should have gone home and let them handle pack business without me. Instead, I waited. When Skyler emerged twenty minutes later, he looked even more exhausted. He saw me standing there and stopped, surprise flickering across his face. "Wren. You didn't have to—" "Are you okay?" The words escaped before I could stop them. He laughed, but it was hollow. "I just lost the position I've held for a decade. I'm three months away from potential exile. My wolf is feral, my control is shot, and I'm in love with a woman who can barely stand to look at me. So no, I'm not okay."

Reaching up, I plucked a few of my own hairs, and tucked them inside. I labelled the bags, then tucked them safely into my pocket. Despite a lingering weariness and embarrassment over losing control of my wolf the way I did, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Sabrina POV Hearing my father explode out of the exam room, his wolf snarling and snapping, gave me such a deep dark thrill. I imagined him rushing out into the halls, biting and slashing anyone close at hand. Maybe he’d even kill someone - wouldn’t that be great?