Novel & Cerita Show Me A Paw Patrol

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. For a moment, we stood there, drinking each other in or unsure if we should take this route. My heart began beating so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if he was able to hear it. His hands reached my body, relearning every curve. "Wait," I gasped, pulling back. "Protection?" He groaned, forehead resting against mine. "Right. Yes. Of course." He set me down gently, fumbling with his wallet. I watched, heart racing, as he pulled out a small foil packet.

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.

"You'd better explain this clearly. The ultrasound shows the pup is two months along. What the hell's going on!" Willow's face instantly turned deathly pale, her eyes beginning to dart around frantically. "I... I don't know what you're talking about..." She still tried to lie. Corey completely ignored her and instead stared intently at one of the nurses he had grabbed, commanding, "Repeat what you just said!" The young nurse was so frightened she was almost in tears, stammering: "Her pup... is already two months old, and it's very healthy..." Faced with ironclad evidence, all of Willow's pretenses were torn to shreds. She broke down crying.

It's definitely her. I pulled out my phone and dialed my mechanic friend, my voice low. “Hey… you’re not gonna believe this. I found the delta wolf. The grey one. I’m serious.” He laughed on the other end. “Paxton… what? You’re drunk. You’ve been riding all night. Go home before you hit a tree.” “I’m not drunk! I swear! I’m right here. I’ll show you.” I turned on my camera and aimed it at the wolf. The animal shifted its stance, glancing at me, growling low, and I snapped a video.

I just wish I got to ride her more often than I do. I rev the engine, smiling as I feel the powerful vibrations rumbling underneath me and I take off out of the garage. As I emerge from the false bright overheads of the garage into the darkness of predawn, I pop a wheelie then head for the pack gates. The orphan pups on their way to the packhouse for breakfast see me coming. They run to the edge of the road, waving, and laughing. I pop another wheelie to give them a thrill as I go by and they go wild, making me genuinely smile. I love pups and the ease of amusing them. I pick up speed as I near the front gate that is already sitting open for me. I accelerate again and peel out of the gate. M

Patricks wolf was a darker shade of grey, three of his paws were white and the fourth was black, it was a rarity for a wolf to have more than three colors but all the men in Patricks' family had that genetic trade. His wolf was fast and strong, other than me Patrick was the strongest warrior in this pack. ‘You keeping up okay?’ I gloated through the mind-link. ‘Look behind you' I turned my head and looked behind me as I saw him soaring over me before landing with his front paws on Edon's back. ‘You’re getting better’ ‘You slowed down’ I smirked and continued running. I looked to my side only to see an Amber-colored wolf running beside us on the other side of some trees.

Moving a bit to the left of the movement I extend my claws and carefully slash through the canvas exposing a small pup that couldn’t be more than a couple months old. Retracting my claws, I tried to pull the pup into my arms but noticed that the pup was holding onto something and that’s when I saw the pup’s hands wrapped in long hair. Ripping more of the canvas back I see a familiar she wolf that I recognize from seeing Willow with, and I believe her name is Anna.

“Now do we have a deal, or not?” Before she can reply, I hear a tumble and a sharp cry in the direction of my pups, I whip my head around, expecting to see Paisley sprawled on the ice. However it isn’t Paisley writhing on the ice in pain, it’s Parker – and he’s bleeding.

I noticed the fur on my paws was a different color. When it was finally done, I stood there, on all fours, panting, trying to catch my breath. That’s when I realized King Parker and Queen Zara were standing there with open mouths