Across Enemy Lines

Another update and you didn't have to wait long for it!! That's always good in my book haha. We get to see some more of Nia and Grant in this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Nia’s POV

            I paced the length of my room like I caged animal which if I was being honest with myself , I actually was. After Dominic left, I screamed for him to let me go but I didn’t get any response. I thought I was going to go crazy.

I listened intently for any gunshot or the victorious yells of the hunters. Neither happened and I could feel a little hope blossoming in my heart. Maybe Grant hadn’t been killed. Maybe they were rethinking what I had said. Could Dominic had a hand in it? I shook my head, trying to repel any thoughts of him but his words and actions to me earlier wouldn’t leave my mind. It was better, safer when we hated each other. Now I wasn’t sure what to think.

 The sound of walking reached my sensitive hearing. There were several sets of footsteps and also what sounded like something being dragged. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. Whoever was walking out in the hall was coming in the direction of my room.

I backed away from the door not sure what was going to come through the door or if I wanted to know. The door creaked open revealing two hunters holding Grant’s body up with his feet dragging the floor. I made a move to go to them but a third hunter stuck his head in the room and pointed a gun in my direction.

“Stay where you are shifter unless you want your friend here to die,” he spat, malice evident in his voice. I glanced over the hunters and noticed that I didn’t recognize any of them. I was slightly disappointed Dominic wasn’t here but I quickly pushed those feelings to the side. I had to focus on Grant now.

I didn’t move a muscle as the two hunters carried Grant’s unconscious body towards the shackles that hung from the wall. I shivered as the memory of the torture I had endured in that exact spot forced their way into my mind.

They dropped Grant’s body to the ground with a thud, not caring about if he hit his head or anything. I growled at them but the clicking of the gun still trained on me caused silence to fill the room. They cuffed his hands in the chains and injected what I could only imagine to be the same drug that kept me from shifting into his arm. They retreated from the room shortly after. It was only once the door was closed and relocked that I made a move for Grant.

I sunk to my knees beside him, the familiar burning in my throat signaling the tears forming in my eyes. His face and most of his body was bloodied. They must have tortured him as well, trying to pry any information they could from him but by the looks of him, he didn’t tell much. I grabbed the pillow and a sheet from the bed. I carefully placed the pillow under his head before tearing the sheet into sizable pieces.