Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Only the peaceful rhythm of a pack that had learned to thrive. The first to sense us was a young scout on patrol—barely more than a pup, with bright eyes and the unmistakable energy of one of Kael’s line. He froze when he caught our scent, then let out a sharp, excited howl that shattered the quiet afternoon. Within moments, others answered. The forest came alive with the sound of running feet and paws. Soren reached us first.

Scarlet’s eyes widened with excitement. “And there’s also the online version, which I’ve typed out in a way that makes it look like you did the work,” he adds with a tease. “But in return for that… I want trifold of what you offered.” She swallows. “I…” “The assignment is due in a few hours, Shayle, or shall I say, Scarlet.” She shudders as she stands before him, looking small under his tallness. She steps back before nodding anxiously.

I'm used to only having one person and a wolf. I took a quick shower before climbing into bed next to him. I stared at him sleeping peacefully until I fell asleep. ***** "We're going out today." "But it's the middle of the day. There are people outside." "That's the point. You need to get used to people as fast as possible." "But, but...I'm scared." He gave me the sad puppy eyes. Why does it actually work? Is it because he's part canine? Because his eyes are radiating a lot of cuteness.

Liam pov I was patrolling the outer boundaries of Fireside and Paw pack territories when I caught the scent - vanilla and wildflowers, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. My wolf surged forward instantly, recognizing something vital even before his human mind understood. I found my mate and she was hurt.

“That would be great. Her dad is most likely going to be her lawyer, he is the only one in town.” Glenn laughed. “Makes sense why you took the trip out here then.” My phone started to buzz again and I rolled my eyes. “One second.” I pulled it up, this time it was my father. “Dad, I’m in the middle of a meeting right now.” ‘The patrol’s caught three of Alpha James’ scouts on our territory.’ I growled. “Where are they now?” ‘Below the pack house. They brought them in a few minutes ago. Scott tried to call. He thought I might be able to get through. What meeting do you have?’

"Your heartbeat matches mine." It does. I can feel it through the mate bond, our hearts beating in perfect sync. "Don't ever scare me like that again," I pull her close. "Can't promise that." She wraps her arms around my waist. "But I can promise I'll always come back to you." On the sixth day, scouts arrive. Knox spots them first—wolves in the distance, watching from ridgelines. They don't approach, don't engage, just observe and report back.

The patrol forms up behind, boots crunching in synchronized rhythm, a sound as crisp as bone underfoot. We are six tonight, counting me. Four betas, muscle and hunger layered in quilted black and the kind of nervous energy that only comes when the moon is full and the law is at stake. Two scouts, lean and silent, both with scars that speak for them. I hand-picked every one for what happens next. “Eyes up,” I say, not raising my voice. I don’t need to.

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.