Snow Puppy Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.

Entering the park, the pups are running wild and I watch on with a sad smile as they chase each other. “Mom, can Chaos chase us? Please mom.” I smile and let Chaos out as she trots towards her pups before playfully chasing them in the snow. The scent of caramel floats in the air and we stop as the pups scream for their fathers. I look up and watch them run towards them. I turn my head and walk away from them, knowing the pups will be safe with them. Heading back towards the house, the she-wolf that I saw with them both with is bragging to her friends.

Thankfully she took right to it and loves her little potty. I pick up his tiny hand and rub my thumb over the back. He’s so damn soft. He’s already got some dark hair and certainly Aurora’s cute nose. I don’t see my features yet but he smells like me all right. “Lucy named Rosie right,” I ask, as she nods. *What do you think,* I ask my wolf. He’s too busy strutting around in my mind, lost in his own world. “I met a pup named Colton at the daycare, I thought that was a pretty cool name,” I say, kind of stuck for any other ideas.

Valeria POV I sat down on the swing, looking at how the pups played around. I smiled at their little screams and squeal; they all seemed so innocent and full of life. In my former pack, going to the pups’ school or staying in the garden was my favourite thing to do. Although the parents make sure I’m not near their pups, but I just love watching the innocence of pups; I never got to play like them, get my clothes dirty, or play tag. I never had any friends, so watching pups being themselves was pleasing to me.

They were well-trained and started dancing by the fountain. Selena crouched down to pet a white puppy with long, thick fur and round eyes. It panted and ran in another direction. Selena followed it as the puppy occasionally turned its head to check if she was following. Following the puppy, Selena arrived at an unfamiliar place where the puppy stopped by a balloon. Selena walked up to the balloon and gently picked it up. Suddenly, countless balloons rose into the sky, filling the sky with vibrant colors.

These were small things—petty, perhaps—but in their combination they made a ladder. I drew my plan in meticulous strokes. One: gather provisions. Two: secure a secondary helper—Renna, the stableboy. Three: pick the night when the pack’s attention was stretched thin—when the hunt left for three days and the young wolves were left to bicker. Four: move at the breathless hour before dawn, when light is neither retreat nor revelation and the world is halfway between courage and mistake.

There's no hesitation, no second-guessing, just instinct. We shift into drills, starting with passing sequences. The puck moves fast and bounces between sticks. It's controlled but aggressive. Quinn fires one at me, and I catch it before skating backward and sending it right back. Our rhythm continues to build, the puck snapping between us. Muscle memory takes over, making it instinct now.

But during the full moon on Snow's first birthday, my son had shifted into the white puppy I'd seen in my dream with Jude's amber eyes. That day had been absolutely hilarious in the most chaotic way possible because after tucking Snow into his cot for the night, I'd gone downstairs to get some water, and by the time I'd gotten back to his room just a few minutes later, Snow was missing from his cot. I panicked immediately, thinking that he'd somehow climbed out and hurt himself. Then Jude sniffed him out and saw our baby outside in the backyard. Snow had been yipping happily in his little white puppy form with his tail wagging, and Jude had immediately shifted into his wolf form and started

It's the final round of this year's Pack Pup Tournament. I can't take my eyes off my pup, Patrick Grant, as he wins the title. When the host calls Patrick's parents onstage to celebrate, I leap up, thrilled. But then I see Nicholas Grant, my Alpha mate, walk up with his secretary, Natalia Lawson. They stand side by side under the spotlight, kissing Patrick on both cheeks. It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family.

As long as you don't find my stories disgusting or boring. Harper broke into a smile "That won't happen. I'm really interested in your stories." "That's good," Wyatt wiped away the last remaining tear from Harper's eyelashes and smiled. "Now, can you come with me, my weeping little puppy?" Harper nodded shyly. "Let's go." Shifting into wolf form, Wyatt lowered his head to allow Harper to climb onto his broad back, then jumped and ran deep into the forest. He shuttled through the dense forest like a shooting star, quickly leaving the territory of the Silvergray Pack behind.