Paw Patrol Pups Save Skye Novels & Stories

Ethan and Liam ran madly toward the entrance of the building, their eyes looking for nothing but the pups. They pawed through the door, and Ethan's first view almost made his blood boil. Against the rear wall were cowered puppies, bulging their eyes in shock and terror. Rank upon rank of the Pack, Moon Shadow, were interposed in their way, ready to fight ferociously until death. "Get the pups!" Ethan snarled, launching from the one he was on top of to the one nearer to where he was. Brutal, but determination hummed through him with each hit, each blow, and the need to protect those he cared for.

Ronan approached with a blanket, which he wrapped around me before handing another to Skyler. "Everyone okay?" he asked. "Wren's hurt," Skyler said immediately. "It's barely a scratch," I protested. "It's already healing." Ronan examined my side with a critical eye. "She's right. She'll be fine." His gaze moved to Skyler. "You left your post." "I know." "The pups could have been killed." "I know." Skyler's voice was hollow. "I'll report to Marcus. Accept whatever consequences—" "They're fine," Marcus said, joining us. He was back in human form too, pulling on pants someone had handed him. "The pups are scared but unharmed. But Skyler... we need to talk about what happened here."

But the pup's features, which bore an undeniable resemblance to him, shattered that last, fragile hope. "Daddy, it hurts…" the pup cried, his voice trembling with pain as he held up his scraped hands for Cassian to see. Cassian immediately crouched down, his face a mask of heartache and concern. But when he turned his gaze to Elara, it was cold and sharp. "What happened?"

Skylar took Cheyenne’s hand and ran out to the front door with Havana on their heels. Havana went out the door and started to get undressed. “Princess, I need you to stay here and stay safe. If anything happens, use what you know and don’t be afraid to take the kill.” “He won’t find me here.” Skylar kissed her lips quickly and then her forehead. “Stay safe.” Skylar ran out the door and got undressed as well. Cheyenne watched him run off into the woods after shifting into his large gray wolf following a just as large brown wolf, Havana.

Elijah and Nathan are playing chase with all the pups from the pack when all of a sudden everyone stops dead as the pack alarms all go off. I stand, placing Skyler on her feet as hundreds of wolves come running out of the treeline. Skyler grabs the triplets and rushes inside with Greta, Elijah and Nathan, gather up all the pups playing chase with them and lead them into the packhouse. As they come back out, they shift and fight off the wolves that come too close. I hear a slight scream. I turn my head and freeze as I see Emma still standing across the yard on her own as a large rogue wolf slides to a skidded stop in front of her, preventing her from making it to the packhouse.

Me, just that little bit more, but to take Skyler as I did, was against everything we had always stood for. I get to my paws and shake out my fur, shaking off those thoughts. I make my way to the border and before I cross; I let out a howl, letting the patrol that is nearby, know that I am there. As I wait for them to approach where I am, I shift. It isn't long before I have 4 patrol guards standing in front of me. One throws me a pair of shorts and says, "State your business, rogue!" I growl a little. I may seem like a rogue at the moment, but I am not.

MEANWHILE – DEAN’S MANSION | SKYE'S ROOM Skye lay on her bed, her face buried in her pillow as soft sobs escaped her lips. Her friend, Paisley a white-skinned girl, sat beside her, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Skye, please stop crying already. You’re going to make yourself sick,” Paisley murmured, concerned. “Leave me alone. How could he do that to me?” Skye’s voice trembled between her tears. “He ditched me and didn’t even bother to send a message since last night.”

Now go" Skyler watched the wolf as he took off into the woods. 30 minutes later the boy came running back with his eyes glistening with excitement. He jumped on skyler and spouted some funny stuff that made Skyler chuckle. He was adorable and Skyler hoped to have pups as cute as him one day. His mate was banshee so he was going to have both little pups and little wailing faeries. The thought of having a small version of Clara brought a brighter smile to his lips.

Suddenly, Skye exasperatedly turns to glare at the old man. ****tbc****

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex