Paw Patrol Tracker Character Novels & Stories

she sighed. "On the condition that we double up on your training." She massaged her forehead with her right hand, "Fine, but we need to talk Duncan into finding someone else to take over pup training." They climbed out of the car and walked over to Gaby. "Hi, Guys! We have a few more people interested in training." "I see that. Hello Everyone! I am Tatiana from Kalaloch Pack, and this is our Zeta Luca. We have a lot to cover today, so we better get started.

She added and gave me a bunch of files in a folder. I took it and sat on the couch in front of them. I looked at the folders in front of me with an emotionless face and opened them. I read the things written on it and even look at the pictures on the side which helps me to easily recognize them. Name: Travor Alden Perez Age: 19 Father: Trave Perez Mother: Aldrea Perez Heir of the Leopard clan. Currently at the Rank 4 position. He is known as the womanizer among his friends. Everyone thinks that he is harmless but the truth is, he is harmful.

I ask eagerly, pulling back to look into Chase’s eyes. The way his grin widens tells me everything I need to know- I fucking killed it- but I still want to hear the words from his lips to make it real. “Well, you know Leo’s always been the squad’s top tracker, Adrian right behind him,” Chase drawls, taking his damn time even though I’m practically jumping out of my skin. “Based on your scores, you ranked right between them.” I squeal again, a delighted giggle slipping from my throat as I squirm on Chase’s lap. Just becoming a tracker would’ve been good enough for me, but being ranked in the top three? It’s more than I ever imagined.

“Don’t worry about the details. We came to an understanding. That’s all you need to worry about.” I cross my arms and squint at him suspiciously. “Alright, I’ll drop it, but you still owe me deets on Minnie.” “She’s special. I have to take care of her. She’s looking for her Luna. Bronx, Milo, and Reggie are expert trackers. They can help her.” “That is the biggest crock of lame ass wolf shit ever.” I feel anger rising. “You expect me to believe you want to help some random lone shewolf find her pack? Why? Out of the goodness of your cold, dead heart?”

Domenico said making me roll my eyes. "This is not going to be used for that. It's to be used if one of us goes missing." Dad said making Domenico groan which made Dad glare at Nico who then sat down in his seat with his head low. "Does everyone else understand that?" Dad said making everyone say yes then it was quiet until Matteo spoke up. "How good is the tracker?" Matteo said. "What do you mean, son?" Dad asked. "The trackers we own personally can only be deactivated by being tased or taken out of the skin." Matteo said making Roman speak up.

I broke into a run. The tree line opened into the eastern clearing, and the scene snapped into focus fast. Three of them, tall and oil-black, their limbs jointed wrong, crouched over two figures on the ground. I recognised the figures. Petra, one of our youngest trackers, barely nineteen. And Griff, a mid-rank enforcer who'd been with the pack for a decade, currently trying to drag Petra backward with one working arm, his other hanging limp and dark at his shoulder. "Hey." My voice came out low and flat. All three of those entities turned.

The floor carried fresh mud from the patrol wolf’s boots. A tracker knelt at the threshold. “Two sets.” The patrol wolf looked down. “I came alone.” “I believe you.” The tracker pointed to a second print pressed into the older dust beside the wall. “This one came inward. Earlier.” Vivian pulled the internal record closer. The unassigned access mark we had found had been logged before her reply was collected from the west relay. The patrol wolf had not created it. Someone else had already come through. Maren’s voice reached me through the pack link, calm enough to make every word worse.

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

I kept my head down, occasionally crawling on all fours. I went on for long minutes, but I knew that I was not even close to getting to the border. The Blackspire pack had a very large land size, but I was determined even if it was going to take me hours, I was not going to stop. The moon rose quickly, illuminating the whole woods in its pale blue rays. I could see clearly now and I sped up my movement. The patrol guards would soon start patrolling more often so I had to – a loud exploding sound shook the air, I immediately plastered myself to the floor in fear.

“Smart enough to be dating a super hot, super sexy, super kind, super intelligent, and super generous woman like you.” She giggles and leans against me. “So, Tracker asked me to help her continue searching for Patrick, Peter, and Justine. I was hoping to come work with you, but I don’t want to interrupt you.” “Bring your computer in here. If you have questions and Tracker goes offline, then you’ll have me as a backup. Since they’re three hours ahead of us, she’s pregnant, and her mate is in the hospital, she’ll probably go offline soon.” “Really?” she asks excitedly.