Paw Patrol Tuck Novels & Stories

Mushu gave Toma a playful look. "Want me to prove that I can steal your treasure," he purred at Toma and then gave me a look as he slipped out of my fingers and then started to crawl up my arm. I yelped and tried to get him, but he was too quick for me to catch and he dug his claws in with each step incase I did. Toma widened his eyes and reached up my body in irritation for Mushu.

“I’m Jackson. I’m four years old. Did you know that babies grow inside their mommy’s tummies before they pop out of their belly button?” Scarlet smiles. “I didn’t, but I do now.” I close my eyes in a long blink. It’s Dean’s fault Jackson won’t stop talking about where babies come from. “Want to see my room?” Jackson takes Scarlet’s hand. “I got a new PAW Patrol blanket for my bed. I have a big boy bed!” “Hang on, buddy,” I tell him. “Let’s show Scarlet around the rest of the house first and give her a chance to get settled.”

Saturday I was at Happy Paws by nine. I changed in the volunteer room, the electric blue shirt with the Happy Paws logo in white block letters across the chest, slightly too big the way it always was, knotted at my hip. Charcoal cargo pants, deep side pockets already loaded with treats, phone in the velcro pocket at my thigh, a folded slip lead tucked near my knee. Beat-up white Converse. Volunteer badge clipped to my pocket, laminated and slightly crooked, name in thick black Sharpie.

Repeat—until my mates returned, now clothed. “Alright, everyone—time to eat,” Dean announced, scooping up a pup and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The kid shrieked with laughter, legs kicking. The pups scattered—except one. A small figure sat on a chair, then stood, gripping crutches. Ask her and her mom if she can ride on my back, I requested silently. Luke nodded. Permission granted. Jackie’s face lit up as Luke helped her onto my shoulders. Jacob sprinted over. “Whoa, Jackie! First kid ever to ride a tiger! Nice!” He held out a fist; she bumped it, beaming.

Thane is the best puppet to play with. Even from here, I see Gus’ face turn red, he wants to breathe, he has to, but if he does, his wolf will go crazy, even in his discomfort, he’s leading the little children out of the room, he’s grabbing people’s hand, nodding to them as a comfort.

“This isn’t your dog…?” Tucker shook his head. Then he bent down and lifted the big dog so that its front paws touched my hand. “It’s yours, Uncle.”

Vahn suddenly yelped, releasing me and starting to jump around. "That's a wolf tick. It feeds on werewolves. Just one bite, and you'll itch forever. Don't scratch it, or the itch will get worse. I'll tell it to get off once you stop fighting," Pearly said, putting on a haughty and mysterious air as she spoke. She winked at me. "Dr. Pearce gave it to me this afternoon as a pet. After all, my baking is just that delicious!"

“I told you TALEN didn’t want a weak human for a mate. A quick fuck is all you—“ His nose lifted into the air. A slimy grin spread across his face. “Well, boys, I’m going to be an uncle. Isn’t that exciting?” Uncle? “PAXTEN?” The male froze at hearing his name from her mouth. One of the men grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. “What the hell? Let go of me, jerk.” “Hold her right there, RYDORN.” PAXTEN sauntered up to her and ran a finger down her cheek to the base of her neck. He wrapped two fingers around her collar and ripped the shirt away, tearing the shoulder to reveal claw marks.

Patrick rubbed her back and tried to help me soothe her. "Your fine little one, I hold her and rub her back, Please calm down, baby," her little body shakes with each sob breaking my heart and making my wolf pace and growl. He doesn't like her crying over two bitches like this. They keep messaging us pictures of them naked and playing with their pussies. Tyler is talking to the council about banishment and possible jail time.

"Grace kissed me again. The pack went wild. I broke away from Grace just long enough to pick Tate up into my arms. He pumped his fist into the air, threw his head back, and let out a long, enthusiastic howl. We all joined in.