Across Enemy Lines

Yay another update!! I got it up a lot faster than I thought so that's points for me. Thanks to all of those reading this story and commenting. We are getting close to the end and I can't believe it. I'm off "work" this week so hopefully I can upload two chapters this week!! Here's to hoping. Keep up the reading and comments! It's a great motivation :)

Enjoy!! A fight is coming...

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Nia’s POV

            Looking around, the sight would have been scary to see. Hunters were lined in several loose lines stretching on either side. Michael was at the front of the horde, clearly going to be one of the first seen by my dad. He had the end of the rope wrapped around my wrists and I was surrounded by other hunters meant to keep me out of sight until Michael wanted me seen. The hunters around me had sure to have their weapons ready to be drawn if I did anything out of line. But I wasn’t going to do anything. I was going to see my family again and I wasn’t going to screw that up.

            We had been walking for a little under an hour when someone called out that we were approaching the meadow where they were trying to meet the pack. Michael gave a sharp tug on the end of rope making me stumble slightly. A small growl escaped from my throat which caused a hunter on my right to jab me hard with the butt of his sword in the side.

            That was how it was for the whole walk here. Michael was making it increasingly difficult for me to keep my cool. I was practically being dragged behind him and the hunters flanking me would take a stab at me if I made any sort of noise. It was a miracle that I was walking anymore. The pain was excruciating as I made myself take one step then another.

            It was actually surprising that the hunters could be so organized, almost like a pack themselves. They were ready to go and waiting for orders when Michael and I had exited the building. I tried to look for Dominic to ask what was going on but he was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t know what to think. Was he even here? Had he abandoned me to defend myself? Or did he just change his mind and is at the pack of the group? My wolf whined at the thought.

            Once the group reached the edge of the meadow, they started to slow until they were barely all visible. The meadow was pretty big which was probably good since neither the hunters nor my pack were bringing small numbers. Trees towered around the opening like it was a cage ready to contain the fight. The sky was a dull gray. The wind was bringing in a storm. Ominous wasn’t it?

            From my position, I tried to scan the area to see if I could see any of my pack. It was hard to see anything past the black blog of hunters in front of me. At first I don’t see anyone. The only thing evident in the meadow besides us was the light fog that accompanies every storm as it washes through.