Dawn Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Dawn sighed "I know the feeling," I nodded, referring to Raven. "You think I'll ever find a mate?" Dawn asked, staring into her drink. "You sure will," I said, reaching across the space between us, and squeezing her leg. She looked as though she was about to say something, but Luna Celestia's voice, slightly slurred, boomed around the area, "BlueFeather wolves, gather at the entrance so we can begin our walk back to the Pack House." "Alrighty," Dawn said, stumbling to her feet and staggering forward, "Let's get going."

All around us in the wind women and mens shrill whines and cries makes my blood run cold. “One down, more to go.” Athale says with grim satisfaction as she walks to Dawn, a pleased expression on her beautiful face. Dawn grins at her, as an explosion makes both of us fly into the forest. Dawn hits a three, and momentary blackness overcomes our senses.

Dawn interjects, "She's pure. We all are, and so are you." "I'm not a werewolf." "Yes, I know. But whatever spirit chooses you, you will be pure and original." The meeting ends, and Dawn wants me to stay behind again. We all walk outside, but she whispers, "Let's go for a ride. Your car is safe here." We drive to a small park that ends at a lake. Now parked, she says, "There's a small hill at the bottom we must walk across. Our destination is just past the hill."

Claybourne City, the city that never sleeps, is also rife with crime and predators lurking in the shadows. "I see you fought one of her puppets. That puppet is so powerful that some members of the Dawn Council had to sacrifice their lives," Dale said. Just a puppet? And what exactly is the Dawn Council? "You’re curious about the Dawn Council, I see. Contrary to what most supernatural beings believe, the government and certain organizations are aware of our existence. The Dawn Council is the organization that maintains a connection with the human world for a harmonious relationship with mutual benefits," Dale explained.

Dawn leaves. Me- Baby, you okay? Dawn- I’m not used to this mindlink thing yet, but yes, I’m okay. Me- Why walk away? Dawn- If I look at her face anymore I’m going to kill her. She caused the death of my parents. Dad only got his wolf for a few minutes. Me- That was his choice, Baby. Dawn- I get it, but I need distance from her. Matthew and I take turns standing with Whitmere before we hear voices coming down the hall.

Except one. Dawn.

Over the next few days, we prepared for our Pledging Ceremony and Eve and Dannan's wedding. Their wedding had been a few days before our Pledging Ceremony and had been nothing short of an event—the complete opposite of Cruz and Eve's Wedding. But it suited them well. After all, Dannan and Eve were much more flamboyant than Cruz and Bailey. Also, nearly every member of Dannan's pack had arrived for their Wedding, adding to their numbers. But it was a lot of fun.

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.

"Room service is here! Who is hungry?" I turned from the window and my eyes met Dawn as she walked into the room with a trolley. There was a large tray on it and then a small bag on the lower deck. She looked very different from when we last met. She wasn't wearing any of the guard's gear. She was putting on a pair of short jeans and a white tank top. If we didn't meet earlier, I would have thought she was merely human and not a werewolf. "Hey!" I greeted, awkwardly as I walked towards the bed.