Scout Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

“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

I watched Rose leave beyond the training grounds. Kieran fixed his eyes on mine. "Whatever this medallion is..." "It belongs with you." "But do not take it off, unless you have no other choice." I nodded slowly. "I will not." Outside the city walls of Greenwood... Deep into the eastern woods… A lone Scout from greenwood ran through the woods because he noticed a strange wolf in woods. The lone greenwood scout stopped finally at the sight of massive paw prints in the ground. “It's obvious this is ancient and more powerful”. He said.

Castro POV: I was in my office when a tremendous howl made the ground tremble and objects fall. Upon reaching the bottom floor after leaving, I observed that some pack members had their heads bowed submissively. It seemed odd at first, but then it dawned on me that it was Winter. I stepped outside with some of the pack members and spotted her in her wolf form in the front yard, with a dirty gray wolf lying on the ground. I could tell from the scent that he was a rogue. I went to them, stroked Winter's head, and then faced the rogue. With my Alpha command, I ordered the wolf to shapeshift; instantly, it transformed into a sixteen-year-old boy lying on the ground. As Winter reverted to human f

Scott recognized the scent of them, who were members of the patrol team. They met in the middle of the free area, growling at each other as a form of greeting. One of them started talking via mind link. Scott knew him. He was one of the boys in the hall, laughing along with Ciara at the time when Scott asked her to go to the event. Scott suddenly felt irritated for no reason. ‘We’ve searched the pass area, every cave in the hill, and the forest. So far, all is safe.’ ‘Good,’ said Burke.

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.

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

I asked him, but he said nothing, his gaze intensely glued in the direction of the first howling. "Let's move, now!" He nudged me as we moved with quick strips. "What the hell just happened?" I gasped for breathing. "They are Scouts." He finally answered. "Crescent Hollow had its a different kind of rogues. Judging from the population, not all of them are friendly." "Who's their leader?" I asked "Mara Veyra," he replied, his tone showing both respect and a hint of fear. "If she decides you are worth keeping, you will live...if not..." He didn't finish, and I knew what that means. I was walking into the lion's den!

Sharp. “If we do this,” he said, voice dropping into that register that made everyone in a room listen, “we do it my way. Scouts first. We send wolves to circle that cabin from a distance, mark every trap, every dead patch of forest, every place the air tastes wrong. We set wards—yours, Rowan’s, your mother’s. We pick a team of wolves we trust not to break at the first whisper.” “And me,” I said. His eyes flashed.