Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

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.

I want to get back to normal. *** Trent POV My paws pound against the forest floor, kicking up small little clouds of dirt and leaves as trees buzz past. I don’t care who or what I’ll find. I want at least one aspect of this nightmare to end. Through the pack link, I ask the patrol who spotted the intruder, “How many did you see? Did you recognize them? Did you spot anything odd or different about them?” More questions bubble up, but I keep them to myself.

“I want a full report. Who was involved, and how did this happen?” A scout stepped forward, his expression grim. “The incident occurred near the southern border. A Moonshadow patrol and a Nightwalker patrol crossed paths during their rounds. They accused each other of trespassing, and things escalated into a fight. No serious injuries, but tempers flared on both sides.” “Names,” Sylvester demanded. “Who led the patrols?” The scout hesitated. “Daren for the Moonshadow patrol. Talia for the Nightwalker patrol.” A ripple of disbelief swept through the room. Rayka’s jaw tightened as she exchanged a glance with Sylvester. Of all the wolves to be involved, it had to be the two most vocal represent

Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it. Unexpectedly, one jumped behind Lily, it opened its mouth full of long, pointed fangs, drooling at Lily. She screamed in despair, reaching out her right hand towards the beast. Suddenly, a beam of light from the red crescent-shaped birthmark in the center of Lily's right palm hit the beast. Both animals were immediately drawn to the roadside stand of two stone statues. Neither Lily nor Elias understood what was happening. Lily's body seemed to exude that power, so she lost her strength and fainted. Elias whirled around, taking her in his big palm.

Their paw created thudding sounds as they hit the ground hard. Jake, Eric, and Chad were running right behind the scouts. Melanie as one of the lead warriors, Samuel the one who was left to guard Sandra when she was taken, and Tyson were flagging their sides making sure no harm came to the leaders of the pack. The rest of the warriors were running behind them. They ran quietly that only their paws and feet hitting the ground could be heard. “Up ahead alpha, we are close.” One scout sent a mind link to Jake, they were a few miles out of the pack territory and close to Sky Moon’s border, London’s pack.

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.

The scout who know from Aurelia that the thing in the police hand is a weapon called a gun thought that it was a challenge so he beat up the polices too. The police who got beaten up to a pulp push an emergency signal button and call for reinforcement, then the special police force comes and starts to surround the scout. The fight broke out, the police special force got beaten up and the hunt began as the scout started to feel annoyed and flew up to the sky.

Business and finances were running smoothly. But there is something strange. This time, Scout Victor often paces in front of Cora and Ethan's yard. There is a reason that he is doing something related to his work. Scout Victor also pays more attention to Cora, wherever and whenever there is a chance to see her. Either when Luna is on duty in the house pack, chatting with Ethan in front of her house, or taking care of the werewolf children. Or even when there is a meeting of the Crescent Pack Council and staff in the hall.