Paw Patrol The New Pup 소설 & 이야기

“I formally accuse my mate, Alpha Ethan, of pup-theft, bloodline betrayal, and conspiracy to break the mate-bond through deceit.” The next few hours were a blur of formal statements. Enforcers dispatched to Seraphina’s den. The Lunarium grove sealed. Ethan taken to the holding cells for questioning. Seraphina sat in a corner, the pup—my pup—clutched to her chest, silent tears streaming down her face. I sat on a stone bench, exhaustion a weight in my bones, but I dared not close my eyes. What if this, too, was a phantom? “Luna.” A female Enforcer approached, offering a cup of water. “The rituals take time. Rest.”

His eyes were bright and steady, and despite his small frame, he carried the quiet authority of a born Alpha. Father took his hand and announced in a clear, booming voice, "From this day forward, this pup is officially appointed heir of the Azuremoon pack!" Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. I smiled and gently stroked Cayden's fur, my eyes were warm and proud, carrying a smile Theron had never seen. He realized then that I could smile—I'd just never been happy around him. It struck him that Cayden wasn't born a coward. His light had simply been crushed under his indifference.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

POV: AARON My paws struck the water formed by the fine drizzle that soaked my fur, the sound muffled by the steady rhythm of my steps on the drenched ground. The cold tried to seep in, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick Lupine coat that protected me. The longing and desperate need to see my pup burned in my chest, a flame nothing could extinguish. Rigan was alive. I released a howl to the sky, a burst of pure happiness that echoed through the forest, reverberating among the tall, shadowed trees.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

"It is time to announce the new Luna of Silverpine pack and my chosen mate." 'He is ours!' Nova growled. I hated that she was right but we were not in the old days, politics and hierarchy played a part now. 'Calm down,' I soothed but I felt pensive. Something was about to go very wrong. A tall, gorgeous redhead stepped delicately onto the dais. Rielle Archer, a second rank wolf and the granddaughter of one of the Zeta elders. My heart beat in tandem to the soft clicking of her red-bottom stiletto heels.

She grabbed Bailey's finger and giggled at her and I felt my heart melt. Suddenly she sneezed and there was a gasp in the crowd. I looked down and was now holding a black wolf pup with beautiful golden eyes. She had shifted for the first time and was a stunning replica of Zane. I was proud to have her. I was proud to have Bailey. Truly, everything was perfect.

No! "Hey, stop it!" I tried to get my shoe out of Lupus' mouth. "Grrr~" he growled at me. "No. These are new. Drop it." I let the shoe go. He just stared at me growling. "I'm not gonna chase after you. Just drop it or there will be a punishment." It took him a hot sec but he finally spat my Vans out. I took the slimy shoes to the bathroom.

I had been asked countless questions about my hair, and when they didn't seem to believe this mess on my head was natural, I simply let them believe what they wanted to believe. "We're here?" I glanced at the car window. I did notice the familiar street going to the animal shelter we visited a week ago. "I'm sorry I dozed off." "That's fine," Anya innocently and absentmindedly murmured as she fidgeted on the pink leash on her lap. It was a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Bello, her parents, who, after long deliberation and deep thought, finally let their daughter have her first puppy. They said it was a reward for Anya for being a good girl and doing good at school.

Much stronger than they thought, and she gave birth to two huge, healthy, beautiful pups. The one, like Alex, blond with sky-colored eyes, with the power of death, and the other, like Micky, with brown hair and hazel eyes, with the power of life, worming the hearts of everyone. Kat wore a super-mom. She liked to take care of the pups herself. She plans on raising them well. They will be kings one day, but they will fill there people as family, not as servants.