Novel & Cerita Scout Paw Patrol

Mason spots the patrol first. ‘Alpha, there, near that fallen log! The patrol!’ ‘Stop yelling! We can hear you! Idiot.’ Chastises Jason. He and Mason are litter mates, both with brown fur with white patches on their heads and paws. Mason also has a white patch on his tail. It’s the only difference between them. As we get closer to the patrol, I notice their agitation and it’s unnerving. What is it about this human? ‘Alpha.’ Greets one of the guards with a bow. I turn to him.

The Forest Paw wolves have earned the training day cut short. “Tomorrow, Lease, Dominic, Miles, and Christian will train the Forest Paw wolves. I want to take Scarlet and train her one-on-one.” I call out above the happy crowd of wolves, getting an excited grin from Scarlet and a yes ma’am from everyone else. It felt nice being as one in a group of wolves working towards the same goal, the goal of becoming stronger. I was proud of Forest Paw, even though I was no longer one of them.

“I know you want me to talk about how I’m feeling and maybe it would make me feel better about Merrick’s upcoming wedding, but I think we have bigger things to deal with right now. Like those scents that our patrols picked up. I know you were telling me about them when I zoned out, so catch me up. Cayden narrows his eyes at me for a moment and says, “Okay, but we’re nowhere near done talking about this, Scarlett.” Oh, goodie, I think to myself. Want to bring Zella, too? How about your parents and siblings? Let everyone in on my private life. “Anyway, our patrols haven’t been able to identify the scents. They aren’t rogue wolves. They aren’t wolves at all. Some trackers went out to see if the

"This is scout gear. High-level scout gear. Who taught you to use this?" "I taught myself while I was busy not being dead." Joshua shoved the kit into his pack. He didn't look at Richard. He walked to the edge of the road, where the asphalt turned into a muddy slope. He knelt, his fingers tracing a deep indentation in the sludge. "What is it?" Richard was behind him, his hand hovering over his own hip where a silver-burn was still pulsing red. "Look at the depth," Joshua said, pointing to a set of paw prints. "Four inches deep. Wide splay on the pads. That’s a lead scout from the Northern Tundra pack. They’re heavy, built for snow, but they’re fast in the mud."

the patrol warriors bowed their heads as they greeted us "What did you find?" I asked and they looked at each other "We have sent a few of the warriors to find out, we smelt a new scent in that direction" they informed and I nodded my head "Let's go" I said as I moved to where the warriors indicated, we walked past the borders as we smelt an unique scent, this scent doesn't belong to a rogue, and it was quiet different than how wolves usually smell. We followed the scent to see the warriors scouting the area, I didn't bother to wait and see what they were doing, my feet moved on its own as I followed the scent. I could hear a soft crying sound, it sounds like a cry of a baby, I wonder who it

It’s size alone told me it was a child but children don’t shift. “You are when I find you!” Aiden growled before cutting the connection. I heard howling in the distance as the patrols rallied. “Man, I’m dead. Ok so what do we do now.” I sighed. “We better have a plan before dad gets here because he is going to kill us.” The pup started to back away at the sound of the patrols. Trying to slink away to a nearby bush. “We won’t hurt you.” Braxton laid down trying to make himself look as small as possible and not intimidating.

Or was it a trap? I knew I couldn’t just sit back, waiting for the danger to come to us. We were going to scout the area first, access the kind of danger we were in before we take any action. "Alpha, rogue scents are getting stronger," my beta, Liam, reported, his eyes scanning the tree line. "At least three, maybe more." I raised my hand, signaling the patrol to halt. The forest had gone unnaturally quiet—no birdsong, no rustle of small animals. Hud - my wolf tensed; I could feel my hackles rising beneath my skin.

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.

Strategic means you’re still here, waiting for the right time to put the knife in. By midday, I’ve pulled every southern patrol leader into my office. The table’s smaller than Ronan’s council beast, but it’s still heavy enough to feel like a barrier between us. “All right,” I start, and every head lifts. “We’ve got a pattern I don’t like. Small gaps in patrol coverage. Names keep repeating. I don’t care if you think it’s a fluke or some romantic midnight stroll, from now on, no scout goes unaccounted for. You log your route, you log your time, you keep your partner in sight. If they piss in the bushes, you’re counting the seconds.”

Everyone looks up when I enter. Kade doesn’t smile. He just nods once. “Close the door,” he says. I do. The click feels louder than it should. He waits until I take the empty chair near Maya before he speaks. “Scouts again,” he says. “Closer this time. Three sets of prints within a mile of the southern perimeter. Same claw pattern Lila identified. Silver Moon.” A low growl rumbles from Darius. He doesn’t say anything, but his knuckles are white around the arm of his chair.