Paw Patrol The New Pup Novels & Stories

he greeted. Pup… “Hey.”

His weathered face was etched with relief, and I could see tears gathering in his eyes. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "The pup is alive. This little guy has such strong vitality. He cried so loudly when he came out that the whole safe house could hear him. Look, he looks just like you did when you were born." Father carefully lifted a small bundle from a nearby bassinet and brought it closer to me. I struggled to turn my head, my gaze hungrily falling on the tiny form wrapped in soft blue blankets. My breath caught in my throat.

It stayed bright, cruelly calm, as the very bones of Woodland shook beneath our feet. “What the hell was that?!” Clementine snapped, already on her feet, her eyes blazing red now—feral, protective, wolf at the edge of breaking through. I jumped up too, my heart pounding hard enough to rattle my ribs. That’s when I saw him—a pup, tiny, no more than four years of age, tossed to the ground by the shockwave. His mother scrambled toward him, fear wild in her stance. I moved before I even thought, scooping him up into my arms, his whimpers clawing at me. I pressed him back into his mother’s shaking hands. “Quickly, take him to the safe spot. Tell the others!”

I look at him and smile before turning back and heading into the room to help the mom deliver her pup. After what seems like forever, the she-wolf finally delivers a healthy male pup at nine pounds even. The new mom was exhausted but doing well. The pup had a healthy set of lungs on him, and the dad was confused. He knew he was having a pup but as with many expecting parents, when the moment comes, and you hold your pup for the first time you become overwhelmed with so many emotions.

Her eyes hardened, hatred filled them. "I'm an Alpha's daughter and Nuu-Chaah's special shifter. I'd never beg and plead to the likes of you, Giovanni!" she muttered spitefully. "So, you're just as prideful as your father. Very well." I stood up straight. "I, Giovanni Connor, Alpha of Dark Howl Pack declared Fern Romano as the newest lowly omega of my pack."

They were in the middle of tasting every dish before Genad caught up to them and Feral had to coax the pouty Paws to wait for the food to be served properly. Genad leisurely sat as he watched the duo bustle about, with Paws arranging the table and Feral dishing out the meal and soon the wooden table was filled with assorted dishes, plates, cutleries, glasses, a jug of water, orange and watermelon juice. With a poof, Paws transformed into a human, a young boy with fluffy white hair and brilliant red eyes who looked around 8 years. Walking steadily, he took a chair and sat next to Feral.

Then, a crying pup. “Sa… Sawyer?”

"Alpha, there’s no pup.” *****

“Then let’s write it in teeth and truth. No more gods. No more fate. Just wolves. Just pack.” The three turned toward the darkened forest that now waited before them, a path unfurling with every step they took. . . . . In a clearing deep in the untouched woods, a newborn pup stirred beneath a blood-red moon. His eyes glowed not gold, not silver but something entirely new. In the distance, a voice echoed through the trees. “Who do you run with, little one?” The pup lifted his snout, and without hesitation, he howled. The night listened.

Nova wrapped Lila into a hug, pulling her close. “I am your mom, and I’m not giving you up for anything, do you hear me?” “Then why are you giving me away to the werewolf king?” Dominic scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. There was no werewolf king. He was the Alpha of Wintercrest, but that was only one park of many. Nova pulled Lila back to look her in the eye. “I am not giving you away. To anyone. Ever.”