Black Diamond Dawn Patrol Backpack Novels & Stories

He nodded and left. “Did he know we were having a meeting?” she asked. “I have no idea.” The three oncoming vehicles pulled in around those belonging to my packmates, flattening the grass and suffusing the air with the acrid stench of exhaust. David emerged from his truck alongside Colt and Catrina. A tall man from one of the cars stepped out with long, shiny blond hair and malevolent dark eyes, dressed in various blacks: denim, leather. Several more people with gaunt faces and pale hair appeared alongside the wolves I recognized from Dalesbloom. Everyone was armed with the PMR-30 handguns that David had retrieved from his latest shipment.

Laying silently in bed, Emma didn’t move a muscles as she watched Zane packed his stuff in a black back bag, and when she saw him shoved a 500 S&W Magnum in the back of his jeans before throwing his black coat over his shoulders, it was enough to pull her out of the sleepy haze that had engulfed her brain. Her mind was foggy with fatigue from an emotional roller coaster since she knew that there was a fifty-fifty chance that he could get ambushed and hurt on this trip, and the thought made her sniff back a stray tear.

he asked simply. I nodded, touching my pendant for reassurance. "As ready as I'll ever be." Jacob joined us, now dressed in tactical gear borrowed from the Diamond pack stores. The black clothing emphasised his Graystone features—the same high cheekbones and strong jaw my father had possessed. Harley, a stocky Delta with a reputation as the pack's best tracker, completed our small team. "Remember," Alpha Logan cautioned as we prepared to depart, "this is reconnaissance only. Locate the Stone, confirm its condition, and return. No heroics."

Alessandro said. Dante lowered the rifle. The tension in his frame didn't disappear, but it shifted. He walked to the back of the cave and pulled a heavy, camouflage-wrapped trunk into the light. He flipped the latches, revealing a thermal imaging array and a drone kit that looked more like military hardware than civilian tech.

Ethan looked away. They arrived at the school and stepped out of one of Salvatore’s luxurious cars. Ethan froze as camera flashes hit him. Dre, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy every second. “Sorry for the inconvenience. Please follow me,” a bodyguard said. His name tag read Jax. “I’m your official tour guard and personal assistant during your stay at Blackwood Academy. First things first: stay hydrated. And there’s a dress code—no exposing your tattoos,” Jax explained. Dre laughed.

I wanted to relax with her and just stay inside the happy bubble for a while, but that doesn't seem possible. That very afternoon, after breakfast, Alice, Drake , and I head to the Black Dawn Pack. Carlos stayed behind to take charge and serve as a backup if something goes awry. I can tell that he wanted to be in on the action, but we also need someone to take care of our people. The Black Dawn Pack is farther west, right on the coast, and even with the fastest horses, it still takes us five hours to get there.

A murmur of ‘Yes Alpha’ follows and I turn back to the front, awaiting the signal of our scout. I’m wearing a black cloak over my clothes that bears the crest of the Moonstone pack, a black top with a protective armour plate on top, black pants, and high boots finish off my ensemble. My hair is braided and pinned back and a sword belt hangs around my waist holding my sword.

Even if it were effective, Dawn would only do that if it was the last resort. Prepared for confrontation, Dawn took advantage of the free room and resources, draping the male room attendant’s uniform over his suit but keeping his side arm within reach. The pistol had a silencer, but it would still cause quite a commotion if he fired it carelessly. Bloodstains were difficult to remove, and Dawn wanted to avoid that as much as possible. Thankfully, the room attendant’s uniform was black.

Shoving a heavy fleece hoodie into the metal framed hiking backpack, its the last item to go in. I'm wearing a dark evergreen colored button-down flannel shirt with a plain black cotton t-shirt underneath, a black canvas insulated vest, indigo blue skinny jeans, and dark brown suede leather hiking boots.

How are they coming? By boat, seven in total. But I don’t know which pack they are from. Can you describe the smell to me? I scented the air, catching a whiff of their pack smell. They smell of pine sap and honey, almost sickeningly sweet. Armand swore through the link. It’s Black Dawn, they must have discovered the islands to hop to from their end. Damn, I have one silver knife and two guns with ten silver bullets each. Get here as fast as you can. I sent him a mental image of where Greg and I were waiting. We have about seven minutes before they make landfall.