Novel & Cerita Scout Paw Patrol

He says, with his lips trembling and tears glazing over his eyes. FUCK. ME. He is kidnapping young men and women. What is happening to the women? Where are they going? “Why did he send you to scout my pack?” “He wanted me to report back to him the path you take for the full moon run.” The scout said. “What’s your name scout?” I asked “Jake Woods, Alpha. Will you help me? Please?” He’s practically begging.

Marcus growled. His frustration practically rolled off him in waves. "He missed training." He crossed his arms. "Again." Dad sighed heavily. Marcus continued. "I don't know what kind of Beta he's going to make if he's acting like this already." I nodded. "This is ridiculous." Before the conversation could continue, a mind link suddenly hit me. 'Alpha.' I immediately recognized Scooter's voice, one of the night patrolling wolfs. 'What's going on?' 'I've been patrolling for the last four hours. At first I thought it was just the wind shifting, but I'm picking up rogue scent.'

As soon as I hear her bedroom door close, I lead Dane and I into my office. “What’s up?” I casually walk to my desk picking up my watch and car keys for later. “It was my decision not to let you know for the past few nights, I wanted Luna to feel settled…for you to spend time with her and not worry…” “Know what?” “Scouts have been spotted a few miles off the borders.” “Are they passing through?” We were a big pack, with a large land coverage…this wasn’t unusual. “No, they keep changing their formation every night..they are looking for a weakness.”

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.

“Like a present.” “Viking?” Zoe paused next to his work area, and he looked up from the butterfly tat that he was inking on a woman’s lower back, his red hair as wild as ever. “Can you listen for Keira? She’s sleeping, and I think she’s out for at least two hours, but can you just stay alert? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Two minutes,” Scars corrected her. “Scout’s Honor.” “You were a Boy Scout?” Zoe asked him skeptically. “Tidy little uniform and badges and making fire by rubbing two sticks together ?”

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

Only Kate, standing just off my shoulder, knew the truth. Camerin unrolled the assignment lists and began calling names. “First squad, eastern ridge patrol, you'll rotate in pairs, eyes sharp. Second squad, you’ll sweep the southern sector.” His voice carried like steel, calm, commanding. Micah stepped forward to reinforce. “Scouts will move ahead and report any signs of unusual movement. No straying from the assigned paths. You’ll rotate through the night. Fresh eyes every few hours.” The wolves nodded, some smirking, some flexing their claws as if eager to stretch their strength. They didn’t realize the game had already changed.

“Ready to hunt boys.” Stevie’s hand brushes mine. “I know I am.” Hushed growls agree all around me. “Rowan, Huge, stay with the supplies— Before I can finish, a rustle behind us snaps my focus around. Something moves in the brush. I spin, grab, and haul the figure forward—young, fast, but not fast enough. He hits the ground hard, a blade clattering from his hand. He’s wearing Nightshade colors. “Scout,” Stevie says, aiming her arrow.

A Red Fang scout, young, reckless, crossed the line chasing a deer. He didn’t make it three steps onto River Claw ground before two River Claw wolves had him pinned, teeth at his throat. Luna got there before blood was drawn. “Release him,” Luna said. Her voice didn’t shake. The River Claw wolf holding the scout looked at her, then at the council witness fifty yards back, then let go. The scout scrambled back over the line, shaking, furious. Luna didn’t yell at him. She didn’t need to. The shame was worse.

The scout knelt and brushed snow aside with his hand. He drew a rough shape in the frost. Large claw marks. But longer than a wolf’s. Sharper. Rowan stared at the shape. “That’s not normal.” Mira crouched beside it. “No,” she said softly. “It isn’t.” Darian shifted uneasily. “How big were the tracks?” The scout held his hands apart. “Bigger than this.” Rowan straightened slowly. “That’s impossible.” Kael’s eyes moved toward the forest again. “Not impossible.”