Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

Some kind of gravity urges me to lean into him, but I don’t dare. Eventually, he clears his throat and meets my eyes again. “When we scout, we go in pairs,” he says. “We could do that. We could be scouts together.” I understand what he’s saying. If we’re going to do this—and we have to do this—it can’t be like before. There can’t be a bad guy. So we’ll be in it together. “Okay. How do scouts work?” Some tension leaves his body. “Well, usually, one of us keeps an eye out for threats while the other looks for signs of prey.”

Her team had been sent over from America in a gesture of goodwill by Alpha Shadow of the Howling warrior pack to aid in the desperate search as the pup was only young, no older than six with limited survival skills. Phoenix tracked the young boys fading scent up into the ridgeline, instructing her team to fan out, covering maximum distance when she had heard sniffles coming from a small cave entrance almost hidden in the storm, trotting over to investigate Phoenix's nostrils were hit with the intoxicating scent of pine trees and mossy banks.

“The poor wolf is injured.” The scout’s eyes widened, and his voice rose with effort. “Not delirious.” Ronan took a step toward him. “Speak,” he commanded. The single word carried Alpha authority. Even the elders paused. The scout’s gaze stayed fixed on Morrigan now, hatred shaking through his weakened body. “The patrol routes,” he rasped. “They weren’t changed by Ronan.” A wave of murmuring swept the pack. Lyra’s breath caught. This was it.

So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in w

Suddenly, footsteps approached, and she swiftly rushed back to the bed, hiding the phone beneath the pillow. The Boss entered the room without knocking, standing silently at the entrance, locking eyes with Elena. "Puppy," he coldly smirked, advancing further. His eyes were on her, adorning her beauty. He moved directly towards Elena, who sat on the bed, her heart pounding so fiercely it felt like her ribs might crack. She clenched her legs together, praying fervently for the police to arrive soon.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

Ciara’s POV I scurried through the tall grass as quickly as I could to reach the lake. I reach the pack border and lower myself to the ground into a large bush. I search for any sign of patrols by sniffing the air. A few moments later, three large wolves ran passed my hiding spot. I recognize two of them as part of our pack, but the third is a royal patrol guard. The royal guard stops momentarily and sniffs the air. I wiggle deeper into my hiding spot, holding my breath. I sigh with relief when he continues on his way. I tip toe through the shadows towards the lake; trying to keep my body as small as possible so I won’t be seen.

I guess this was a good pop quiz for them, at least. "Cleo!" My panther sighs, her tail flicking back and forth at the far-off sound of someone calling for her. Sounded like Ike. A little while later, I begin to hear footsteps, and the snapping of twigs. "Cleo?" Ike's voice is getting louder now. It wasn't fair, he could feel where I was through the mate bond. He was probably only a hundred feet away now. "Come on Cleo, I can't hunt down you and Nate." My panther rolls her eyes but jumps down from the tree smoothly. She trots away from the border of the pack, her tail swishing back and forth. I wanted to stretch my legs more. Don't worry, I won't keep you tucked away again for so long. I'm h

I couldn’t see it yet but I could tell that we were almost to the camp, I could tell by the scents of a campfire and my family. A few minutes later we come up to a clearing and my eyes widen when I peak over his shoulder. What Scar said was a small campground, looked more like a small village. At least 30 tents of various sizes and shapes littered the clearing, a giant firepit roaring in the center. Guards patrolled the borders, some in wolf form and others still in their human ones. Eyes widening in surprise when they saw me, bowing their heads to us as we passed. It was still early enough that most pack members were in their tents, but just in case, Scar shadow steps into our tent to avoid