Paw Patrol The New Pup 소설 & 이야기

I fall to my knees and she comes closer to me, chuckling. “Hey, babe. No, we aren’t dead.” I go to ask where we are when I hear a low whimper. I look down and see a pure white pup with a crescent moon on it’s forehead and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. They sparkle like sapphires. Looking at Aura and the pup, I gasp and cover my mouth, shaking my head as tears brim in my eyes. “Destinee, this is Celeste. My pup. She is Dahlia’s wolf.” I choke on a sob as Aura nudges the pup towards me.

Thankfully she took right to it and loves her little potty. I pick up his tiny hand and rub my thumb over the back. He’s so damn soft. He’s already got some dark hair and certainly Aurora’s cute nose. I don’t see my features yet but he smells like me all right. “Lucy named Rosie right,” I ask, as she nods. *What do you think,* I ask my wolf. He’s too busy strutting around in my mind, lost in his own world. “I met a pup named Colton at the daycare, I thought that was a pretty cool name,” I say, kind of stuck for any other ideas.

Jennifer holds the pup close to her chest, protecting it from the cold night air. The pack cheers and celebrate, overjoyed at the new life that had been brought into their world. They know that this pup would grow up to be strong and powerful, just like its mother. And they knew that Jennifer would make an excellent mother, raising the pup to be a loyal and fierce member of their pack.

What the…? We cautiously approached the creature, which had hunkered down by our feet, shaking. "It was a baby panther!" Catalina screeched. "How did a baby panther end up in the walls of the PAN house?" I thought I was the only panther roaming around here. Catalina hugged the small creature to her, marveling at its presence. What in the world was going on?

The pup could hear Eve crying in the distance, forcing her car door open and stumbling out onto the pavement. Onlookers rushed to the car, helping Eve escape the crumpled remains of her sedan and asking if she was alright. Eve waved them all off, rushing for the back door and looking down at Paisley with a look of pur hatred that she quickly disguised as relief. “Oh Paisley!” She cried, reaching down and extracting the pup from the floor. “Oh thank the Goddess you’re alright.”

My heart pounded with exhilaration as I protected our group. I lunged at our foes. My claws raked through fur and flesh, sending one werewolf sprawling. Another tried to sink its teeth into my flank, but I twisted away, delivering a crushing blow to its ribs. Blood sprayed in the hot afternoon air, and my heart pounded with exhilaration.

Elder Joseph looked at Elder Panton, who had a scowl on his face. “No, she doesn't!” Elder Panton raised his voice. “You told them everything about that girl, Alpha Xavier. But I think that you forgot a tiny little detail.” He smirked. “Her wolf is a pup,” he announced, looking at the rest of the elders. “Isn't it, Alpha Xavier?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “How can we have a pup leading our pack?” “What do you mean by that, Elder Panton? How is it possible that an 18-year-old’s wolf is a pup?” Elder Barnaby looked genuinely confused.

“It can’t be “ Viggo whispered and with trembling steps Tristan went to the direction from where the sound came, while everyone was watching him. Me moved away from the bushes , he leaned slightly, lifting something small from the ground and then squeezed it to his chest. “What is he doing?” a warrior asked, but when Tristan turned around their hearts stopped because Tristan was holding a pup in his arms. A little pup looking a lot like Zoey, tiny and fragile, with white skin and brown dark hair, just like Zoey’s hair. He was for sure premature, but at five months a werewolf pup can survive without too much difficulty.

The clearing, bathed in the moon's benevolent light, became a sanctuary for shared truths and unspoken understanding. As Maximus and Georgia continued their moonlit conversation, a rustle in the underbrush captured their attention. The moon, casting its glow upon the clearing, revealed a small, fluffy figure emerging from the shadows. A wolf pup, its fur a mix of silver and obsidian, stumbled into the moonlit space with an endearing clumsiness. Maximus and Georgia exchanged surprised glances, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected visitor. The pup, sensing their presence, tilted its head and regarded them with bright, inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold a wisdom far beyond its youthful ap

My jaw clenched, irritation crackling through the air around me. That woman dared to run away again? I took a step forward, anger rolling off me in waves. Then I froze. Something on the floor caught my eye. I bent down and picked it up. A Polaroid. In the photo, a scruffy, dirt-streaked wolf pup stared back at the camera, wary and defiant. Red eyes. Just like me.