Novel & Cerita Where Are Ryder's Parents In Paw Patrol

Well, there was something-or rather someone- in the kitchen, but he was totally not appetizing. Papa was standing in the middle of the room, his arms laid on the countertop and head tilted downwards. He was lost in his thoughts so I didn’t bother making my presence known. However, the moment I opened the fridge he turned his attention towards me, aware that he now had company. “Carter…” “Don’t mind me; I’m just grabbing something quick to eat. By the way, Ryder is spending the night so if he wants to go home tomorrow could you give him a ride until we fetch back his truck?”

I stabbed at the crab in front of me and took a bite. "Um, ma'am, it's Ryder Junior Pierce." "Pierce? Isn't that like, James Pierce? The basketball player with two scars under his left eye?" To my surprise, he laughed it off. "Yeah. He's my uncle. Guardian, actually." "What about your parents?" "Um, my dad passed away when I was five. My mom, she works at this um.. drugstore in New York and I'm the only surviving child of my parents. So you see... there's not much to know about me."

Gideon snarls at his father while sitting up and ripping his mother from his arms. "Your mother saved you, she gave you her power, her life, to bring you back. She wasn't about to let her grandchildren go without their father," Ryder firmly explains, looking up towards the pack house. I look over to see Embry and Freya standing on the porch with the rest of our family and pups.

“I'll cut you limb by limb, and I will make sure you suffer. I will make you beg for death, then feed you alive to my hounds." Ryder gulped, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm not lying," he responded quickly, fear creeping from his tone. "I swear, I'm telling the truth. I've only been working for Phil because of the money. He pays well, and I need the money to take care of my sick father." “Your father?” I raised an eyebrow, feeling suddenly curious. "What's wrong with him?" Ryder hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth as if afraid to share that information with me. "He was injured during the attack on the Windwalker pack," he finally answered. "He's been sick ever since and won't heal." His

“Ryder,“ His voice came in a rush. “Where are you?“ “Hara's place,“ I replied through my mind. I glanced at her to be sure she had no idea what I was doing. And she didn't. She was just shrunk in fright and had her head bowed. “What? How did you find out where she lived?!“ “I followed her scent.“ “Woah, okay. Ryder, you need to hurry back. You've got meetings…“ “Cancel them.“ I ruffed. “Right now, I need you to help me out,“ “Your Father needs you in the palace. He called for an urgent meeting. It's about the sudden rain and why it happened,“ “I'm afraid you'll have to attend in my place.“ I quickly replied, not even giving it a second thought. “What?! Nah, man. Your Father wouldn't apprecia

Ryder rushed towards me once he heard the bedroom door opening. He halted in his steps when I glanced at Jason instead. My chest ached when I noticed the pained look on Ryder’s face. “My mom is calling you.” I informed Jason to which he frowned before following me inside. I had to glance downwards to avoid Ryder’s gaze while closing the door behind Jason. My mom did not hesitate to ask Jason about Ryder’s connection to the underground world. “Ryder is part of an underground gang who helps the police department in catching underground criminals and mafia gang members specializing in selling drugs to teenagers and kidnapping girls.” Jason paused for a split second to look at me before glancing

he asked in a defeated voice. “Remember I told you not to sweat? That you were going to come to me? Well, you are, Ghost. Not only do I have Ciara. I have Hara and Blair. Beautiful family, by the way...” “Don’t you dare speak of my family!” Ryder retorted in a harsh tone.

I’m sitting in my parents’ home, gathered around the large dining room table with Mom, Dad, and Ethan. Ryder is with Gael and Hakeem, trying to figure out who’s best to take him north to Erick’s territory. Axel—Bella, Jamal, and Gregory’s youngest son—is with them, since he’s Ryder’s best friend. He’s been helping keep Ryder calm and distracted so he’s less likely to shift. It’s actually been a big help.

“Were they nice to you?” “My parents were amazing,” Ryder reminisces. “They weren’t rich but they made sure that Kat and I were happy. Mom used to fuss over us a lot. Always made sure that we were well behaved. Dad worked in a factory all day but after Kat was born, he made sure to spend as much time as possible with us. My grandmother used to visit us often, bringing pancakes and sweets for us. We were…happy.” He trails off, thinking of the happy family he once had. Scarlett senses his sadness and regrets over the youth he had lost all those years ago.

I nodded slowly, "Yes my baby, they are coming. But don't you worry, because your father , grandparents and I aren't going to let anyone hurt you." He smiled softly and reached out to cup my cheek with the palm of his hand. "And I'm not going to let those bad people hurt you or them. I promise." I sighed and nodded, before drawing him close to my heart once again. "It's time." Ryder said moments later when he met us in the room. His fierce eyes grew warm when they rested on Noah and I. "My parents are already outside with the other warriors. You can take your time to prepare." "No." I sighed and rose from the bed, "I should be with you, by your side. I'm ready."