Paw Patrol Skye X Chase Novels & Stories

"It's fine mum. You really need to stop worrying too much about me. I think it's high time you have a boyfriend" Jayda quirks her eyebrows at her "Yes mum, I know the reason why you don't want to date is because of me and to show you that I'm really not bothered give me your phone" "What for?" "Just hand it, mum" Jayda hands Lucy her phone while having a suspicious look on her face. Lucy goes to her play store and downloads ChaseApp "What's Chase App?" Jayda asks "It's a dating platform" Keisha answers as she finally takes a seat on the single chair available in the room.

After leaving the Sawyer residence, Skye wandered aimlessly along the road, thoughts drifting, until a small figure bumped into her. She looked down and saw a little girl no taller than her knee, sobbing softly. “What’s wrong?” Skye asked gently, reminded for a moment of Moa. “I had a fight with Mommy… I ran away from home, but now I’m lost… sobs… Big Sister, why are you out here all alone?” Skye glanced around. They were already at the far edge of the City. If this child kept wandering, something bad would definitely happen.

“How many did you see?” “At least three packs have joined him. Their warriors are moving fast. They could reach the park in mere hours if they push hard enough.” The scout’s voice carried a weight of urgency, his eyes darting between us, pleading for swift action. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palm. Logan never stopped. He was always one step ahead, always clawing his way closer to his twisted goal. And now, with my mate vulnerable, he was striking where it hurt most.

She pulled her hand back inside the blanket, as she heard Gale chuckling. Payne looked into their interaction and felt a pang of jealousy, he felt a bit possessive over Sky. The daughter of a young Alpha who mysteriously dies with his wife by his side, he never stops investigating the cause of his best friend's demise. He also never stops trying to get in touch with Skylark. Now, when she is already here, with him, he needs to share her with two Alphas.

"Get lost, you liar!" She clutched her cheek, stunned beyond words. He didn't even glance at her again—his eyes were locked on me. "Skye, come back. I'll make sure no one ever gives you a hard time again." I let out a low, amused laugh. Turned out, he knew all along. But it didn't matter anymore. "No thanks," I answered coolly. "I wish you and Wendy a lifetime of happiness—and maybe a lovely baby while you're at it."

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

Six months later Ace and Sky have assumed the roles of Alpha and Luna within their pack. Krystal is on the verge of welcoming her first cubs—twin boys. Upon discovering her pregnancy, Krystal and Jackson married in anticipation of their arrival. Remarkably, the newborns exhibited assorted eye colors and the ability to move objects telekinetically as infants. Krystal's fear stemmed from the unfamiliarity of such powers within her lineage. Jackson comforted her with a promise to delve into their ancestry for answers. Krystal's abilities were limited to sensing and spellcasting, skills honed through training, and her capacity to transform into a wolf.

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex

“Gregory and my mate will meet us at the border.” I was cautious, following just a few strides behind. We were within the quadrants that Derek’s chosen men ran patrols, and he smelled just enough like a rogue that I figured we would be targeted. The fact that I felt no other presence made me worry he was actually working for Cold Moon and this was all an elaborate ruse. “I’m Chandler,” he told me as we walked. “Descending from one of the true lines of Wulvers. You’ll meet my mate soon, but she’s a rogue. That’s where you’re picking up on the smell from.”

she said. As I looked at Skye, I noticed some sort of mark in her chest. "What is that?" I neared her as I let the meat boil for a few minutes. "What's what?" "That," I pointed at her chest and noticed a petal pattern. "Oh this, this is nothing. This girl must have got this tattoo," she said, referring to Ella. Alec noticed the odd behavior of Skye, and even Freya's brows scrunched together when she noticed the mark, and her eyes turned into a hawk as she stared at Skye with a questioning face.