Paw Patrol Tundra Novels & Stories

Panton exclaimed. “Fuck indeed.” Panton’s hands clenched in a tight fist as the urge to destroy something took over. But he restrained himself from acting. “Are you even sure she is the Arctic Wolf?” “There is no doubt about that. The size of the wolf confirmed.” Panting nodded, knowing he had to come up with something soon or Xavier would win. “The size of the wolf!” A light bulb went on in Panton's mind. “It has to be tiny. Right? When Arctic Wolves first shift, they are like pups. They need to be trained and nurtured in order for them to become what they actually are.”

he said, his voice steady. Logan’s face lit up with fragile hope, and he extended his tiny pinky toward Zander. "Promise?" Zander blinked, momentarily confused. "What’s this?" "You don’t know a pinky promise?" Logan asked, his small voice tinged with surprise. Zander shook his head slightly, irritation flickering across his face, but Logan only smiled—a gap-toothed grin that tugged at something unfamiliar in Zander’s chest. The boy took Zander’s large hand in his own, hooking their pinkies together.

Total bullshit. The wind hit my face as I stepped out of the pack house and got to the border. Tony, the patrol leader, was already waiting near the wooden shed by the edge of the forest. He was tall and broad-shouldered with a beard that looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in weeks. He had a clipboard in his hand and a half-eaten granola bar in the other. “You’re late,” Tony said, not even looking up. “I’m here,” I said flatly. He finally looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “Well, well. Miss Paige our new guard dog, never thought I’d see the day.”