Romans & histoires Scout Paw Patrol

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.

Murmurs immediately spread through the crowd. My jaw tightened. Panthers. Again. The elder raised a hand. And the room fell quiet once again. "Our patrols have encountered increased activity across multiple territories." A scout stepped forward. His arm was wrapped in bloodstained bandages. There were fresh injuries. The room became even quieter. "We spotted them near the eastern border," the scout said. "There were more than twenty." A ripple of concern spread through the hall. Twenty wasn't a scouting party. Twenty was preparation. The scout continued. "They weren't hunting."

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.

*Part 1: The Border – 6:00 AM, Three Days Later* The fog sat heavy on the eastern ridge, clinging to fur and leather and making every sound muffled. Kade moved ahead of the patrol, shoulders rolling with each step. He hadn’t shifted yet, but his eyes were already yellow at the edges, nose working the air. Ten wolves fanned out behind him in a loose wedge. Eight human scouts kept pace to the flanks, silent in the way people got when they’d learned not to make noise around predators.

Without waiting for an answer Omar turned and walked down the hall to the stairs, he wanted to get to the palace early too. Skeikh Khalid was already in the car which was on and running, he sighted Omar coming out of the house and couldn't have felt more proud of his son at this moment, things would happen tonight which would pay off his patience and he was just as eager as a child waiting in the heat for the ice-cream man to set up a cone of the flavoured ice. He was also as anxious and nervous as he was eager, he rubbed his palms together and breathed out. Omar got in the back seat beside his father and Taheem got in the front passenger seat.

“Scouts getting bolder. They think your silence makes you weak.” Noah’s smile was colder than a blade at midnight. “Then let’s educate them.” His eyes scanned the crowd. “Rakesh. Tammy. Patrol the eastern tree line.” He met their eyes. “If you see one of Sullivan’s dogs sniffing too close…” “Understood,” Rakesh said, already moving. They vanished, slipping into the night like death on four legs. And the forest waited.

It was to give Adrian peace of mind and help him focus on his mission, but it had saved Harper's life. The arrival of Adrian, Liam, and Oliver had taken the scout's attention away from them. Had they not arrived when they did, it was only a matter of time before the scouts would have found Harper and Lily. The only saving grace that Harper and Lily had was that the scout's sense of smell was impaired because of the drugs. Although it gave them strength and speed, it dulled other senses like hearing and smell. That was what bought them time. It was a miracle, and the moon was blessed for it.

"He's the head of the Scouts. He's been helping for several years and none of his predictions have ever failed," Sighing, Leon thought for a while before he nodded. "Alright, then. I understand. Give them a go ahead," Nodding, the scout turned on his feet and ran down the hill with great speed, morphing into a wolf as he went. "You trust him, don't you?" Lucian nodded. He had been in this Pack before Leon's arrival so he did. "He's a good one, trust me." As Leon watched the battle down below, he couldn't ignore the howls and growls that broke through the air. The smell of blood, battle and humus as the battle continued.

"Unfortunately, the first month of a new school year is when they do the biggest, strictest patrols. If you try to sneak out now, you are going to run straight into them." I frown, calculating the risk versus the reward. "What kind of power levels are on the major patrol teams?" "They have a live roster," he says, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Give me a second. I am going to hack back in and check tonight's list." I don't know anything about computers, so I just watch the green code reflect in his beautiful eyes. After a minute, Arlo suddenly copies a file, slams the enter key, and violently closes the browser.