Wild Cat Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

“Uncle Alvaro can't just guessing, David. The scent can belong to anyone! How did he know it was Bara's scent?” “I told you, Justin. I really don't know. Go ask my dad directly!” My eyes begged Justin. “I don't care the reason how David's father found out, Justin,” I said frantically. “All I know is my mom is there! In custody! Quickly take me there!” Justin sighed deeply. “If that's what you want.” Three shadows flashed in the woods that afternoon: one wolvire, two wolves. I hope my mom is fine.

Patrick rubbed her back and tried to help me soothe her. "Your fine little one, I hold her and rub her back, Please calm down, baby," her little body shakes with each sob breaking my heart and making my wolf pace and growl. He doesn't like her crying over two bitches like this. They keep messaging us pictures of them naked and playing with their pussies. Tyler is talking to the council about banishment and possible jail time.

“No. Most of them will be there, but they will just be around. There are so many red wolves and the guardian wolves there that it is really safe for all of us.” “That’s good. Polly asked Adam to meet up at the bonfire, and I wanted to make sure it was okay.” I stated, I must have made a face, because both Talia and Vivian were looking at me. “What?” I asked. “What happened with Polly?” Talia shifted in her seat. I sighed. “She wasn’t mean to me, but she definitely wasn’t happy that I was talking to Adam.” “How much training have you done with Raina about how to manage jealousy from she-wolves?” Talia asked, playing with her hair.

But the thing that alarmed Ash the most was his conclusion from this entire riddle. There is a mole in the White Wolf's Clan. His hands were shaking as he minimised the image of the tomb and maximised his program. His Spider Crawl was a system he programmed years ago that would gather him some sensitive information that couldn't be gathered anywhere. Even bridging the CIA's information database. Of course, he kept it hidden from the authority and kept it as his personal property as he didn't want to cause commotion through his program. The program blinked a notification showing that his crawling was complete. He clicked OK and then the report displayed.

As for the cat, it was the stupid beast that had unwittingly set Pazuzu free by venturing into the area of Pazuzu’s seal. “Hide your bloodlust Blackie. We don’t want to attract unnecessary attention.” Pazuzu gently petted the disguised Sky Piercing Cat and urged it to hide its majestic aura. The beast purred lovingly and swiftly nodded its head. Soon, that bone chilling aura that could bring any man to despair had disappeared.

CRYSTAL RIVER PACK The group that included Alpha Wyatt, his parents, Gunny and his wife with the youngest pup asleep against his chest, Doc, and Jack stood in almost the same place that they had been in when Jill dragged Celeste and Wynne to the tree line for a “girlfriend talk.” They had shifted slightly when a group of pups ran through the area. With all the pups running around, they almost missed the sad little girl who returned to her parents with a cheerful girl following behind her.

“We let the council handle it.” “And if the council doesn’t?” Mara asked. Luna didn’t have an answer. --- Day fifty-six, the first joint patrol happened. Not by choice. By council order. Two Red Fang wolves, two River Claw wolves, one council observer. They walked the line for six hours. No one spoke for the first four. On the fifth hour, a River Claw wolf pointed out a snare that had been set wrong. A Red Fang wolf fixed it. No words exchanged. But it was something.

Chief Wolfpaw uses magic to make a flame in his claws. He holds it like a tiny heartbeat, precious and guiding us along the green gem pathway. The cave has cave paintings of human and werewolf battles. There are other cave paintings of Wolf Clan hunts, weddings, and other ceremonies in honor of their great people. A living history living among the walls like a timeline of chalk art.

Mason spots the patrol first. ‘Alpha, there, near that fallen log! The patrol!’ ‘Stop yelling! We can hear you! Idiot.’ Chastises Jason. He and Mason are litter mates, both with brown fur with white patches on their heads and paws. Mason also has a white patch on his tail. It’s the only difference between them. As we get closer to the patrol, I notice their agitation and it’s unnerving. What is it about this human? ‘Alpha.’ Greets one of the guards with a bow. I turn to him.

“Do I look like a pathetic human who cowers in the face of wolves? I am Kamila Wildheart, only daughter of Alpha Ralph of the Wildheart pack and future Luna to the—“” She’s cut off right in the middle of her self-exaltation when one of the wolves jumps at her after getting tired of waiting. He goes in with his sharp claws, and I grab at her, pulling her out of the way before she loses an ear. “How dare y—” “Shut the fuck up and run!” She’s still in a state of confusion, and there’s finally an opening with one of the wolves jumping out of his position. I waste no time dashing through, of course while dragging the whinny bitch with me.