Black Diamond Dawn Patrol Backpack Novels & Stories

That's a bummer I set it down in front of me "If it belonged to Mr Jonathan then it shouldn't be empty..." Suddenly I noticed a faint glow coming from my backpack, alot of weird things keep happening today... Might as well see how it ends... I moved towards the bag and brought out the glowing gem... It was a fascinating sight to see even as it glowed faintly... I looked closely at it... It was more beautiful now... I cautiously put it on just to see what it'd look like on me

In the morning, Dave rushed to the house pack. He wore a white button-down shirt with hiking boots and jeans. He looked neat and cool, but Dave was grave and seemed to be thinking about a heavy burden. Now wasn't the time for him to relax like before. The condition of the pack was becoming increasingly chaotic, both in terms of economy and defense. The other groups had already sensed the Blood Moon pack's weakness, and Dave was worried because they could easily take advantage of the situation to overrun his territory.

AVA ​The sirens of the Dubai tactical police units were entirely silent, their flashing blue and red lights painting the cracked concrete of the abandoned construction site in erratic, bleeding hues. I stood beside the lead captain, my leather coat buttoned tight over the twin baby carriers against my chest. Blake and Brooke were completely safe, insulated inside the armored chassis of the Maybach behind our perimeter line, guarded by three of my elite personal operators.

"There is no room! We need the thermal blankets, the formula, and at least eighty diapers for a three-day trip!" "Dax, relax," Kael groans, leaning casually against the bumper. She is wearing her tactical leathers, looking entirely unbothered as she effortlessly bounces a cooing, wide-awake Jaxson on her hip. "They don't need eighty diapers. And if we run into a rogue patrol on the pass, I am not fighting them off with a pacifier." "You aren't fighting anyone!" Miss Ophelia barks, marching down the packhouse steps with the authority of a five-star general.

_ I shook my head slowly, chuckling at the thought, before turning the bag upside down and dumping everything onto the ground. A sleeping bag, three bottles of water, a new set of warm clothes and shoes, a box of matches, and some energy bars. “And last but not least,” I smirked, picking up a piece of paper. “We've got a map." _And yes, I know what a map is_ Dawn Runner Pack might have been a prison, but at least it had a decent library. My father's books and maps filled every corner, collected from his years of travel. And I would be a very terrible daughter if I didn't take time to study them.

“That’s all I ask.” Abel watches the exchange with a dry look. “You two done playing the world’s most stubborn couple? Because we need to move before this trail cools.” Reid shoots him a glare. “You’re lucky you’ve known me long enough to talk like that.” “And you’re lucky I came prepared,” Abel shoots back, patting the duffel bag by his feet. The metallic clink inside leaves no doubt for it's contents. It has gear, flashlights and every other tool they might need while searching. “You’ll thank me when we’re not tripping in the dark.”

They all had smiles on their faces. “Let’s do this.” I tell them. Dawn chuckles before standing and walking over the left side of Zayden’s desk. She opens the bottom draw and pulls out a black leather binder. “This is Zayden’s book that has all the packs in it within a five-state radius. They are ordered from closest to furthest. I believe he only called the five or six closest packs to us.” Dawn said opening the little book to show that each page is marked with a sticky note sticking out for easy access to the right pack.

I just look at Oba. He nods once, friendly demeanor totally gone. He leaves for a minute and returns with three massive black duffel bags which he drops in the center of the room. We don't pack light. We pack to level a city block, pulling the heavy gear. Plate carriers over black long-sleeve shirts. Flashbangs. Suppressed assault rifles. I shovel extra magazines into every available pouch on my chest rig until the weight digs sharply into my collarbones. "I want the roof lines," Max says, his Scottish accent rougher than usual.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.