Across Enemy Lines

Chapter 10

As I got closer to our houses, the sound of snarls and gunshots reached my ears. I growled because the gunshots could only mean one thing…hunters. They had been laying low but that seems to have just been a ploy to lull us into a false sense of security.

I burst through the trees and skid to a halt. I could feel my stomach drop as I took in the scene before me. Some of the houses were engulfed in fire. There were wolves and hunters fighting as far as I could see. Women and children were screaming as they ran from the destruction.

The cries of the children brought something to my mind. My eyes glazed over as a memory crept back into my mind. One that I hadn’t ever remembered. It was only a glimpse but I clearly saw my mom she was saying something to me but I couldn’t make it out. As quick as it appeared, it was gone leaving me confused. Had that been the night she died? From that night which I haven’t been able to remember anything from since?

I shook my head and tried to get refocused. I couldn’t dwell on it now. I glanced around trying to get my bearings but all the killing was clogging my mind. After this was all over, I knew the sight of my fellow pack mates falling down dead to the ground would haunt my memories. I flinched at the sound of the wolves biting into the flesh of the hunters and the screams that came from their mouths. I was so sure that I was ready for a fight but I felt unsteady now.

 Remember your training, I scolded myself. I launch myself at the closest hunter that had his back to me. I took him by surprise, knocking him onto his stomach. He slung me off quickly. I hit the ground and the air left my lungs. I tried to get air back into my lungs and while I did, the hunter got back to his feet. He turned his gun on me but before he could take a shot, another wolf tackled him from the side.

I scrambled up onto my feet. The other wolf was handling the situation so I was going to go look for my dad and brother. I bolted across the area, dodging past groups that were fighting. The whole time I kept my head up and scanning for my family’s wolves.

I spotted my dad first. His big, black wolf was unmistakable since he was the biggest because he was alpha. He was limping slightly on his back right foot but other than that he looked fine. To his left I could make out Jaxson and Grant’s wolves fighting together against about three hunters but neither of the hunters had guns. That made the situation a little less dangerous.

A high pitch squeal caught my attention. I glanced around until my eyes spotted a hunter going after a little girl from the pack. She hadn’t learned to shift yet let alone fend for herself. Her parents weren’t around so I had to act fast.

I threw my body in front of the hunter cutting him off from the girl. She kept running and I turned back towards the hunter who had a scar running down the side of his face. He gave me a nasty smirk before drawing out a knife from his back pocket. I internally smirk as I feel my muscles coil ready for the fight. Now with my adrenaline pumping, fighting was almost second nature.