Across Enemy Lines

Chapter 4

Not much to say today. hope those of you that are reading this story are enjoying it as much as I am :)

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          It had been a few weeks since the last hunter incident and everything was back to normal. The fighters had been on patrol but it has decreased in frequency because there had been no movements too close to the pack houses. My dad has been a lot more relaxed lately. He was even giving me some slack about curfew. It was only a few minutes but it was something.

            Jackson was the same and back to his regular goofy self. Dad was allowing him to help with some of the decisions for the pack. I remember when we were younger and he was still in high school he used to complain about becoming the leader of the pack when dad passed it down. He didn’t want all the responsibility. The only positive thing he said was that it got him a lot of attention from the pack girls. Now, he seemed to have accepted his fate. I haven’t got to talk to him about it recently but knowing him, he’d do what was expected of him. That was just how Jaxson was.

            As for me, I was getting a little bored. The summer had been going on for a few weeks and I was happy for that but there wasn’t a bunch of things to do around here. There were a couple of people my age in the pack but we didn’t exactly hang out. The only ones I hang out with were Grant and Jaxson. Dad wouldn’t let me go into town by myself and since we lived a pretty good distance from the nearest town, we didn’t go often. Sure there was the training sessions but those weren’t anything special. I tried to ask dad to treat me the same as the other boys but anyone could see that he was careful with me. He was always careful with me.

            “Jaxson, Grant, and I are going to town for an hour or two. I need some new things and you know those boys and their video games,” I said finishing pulling on my jacket as I walked into Dad’s office. Bram was in the room with him and I could tell they had been having a serious conversation before I walked in. I stopped at the door and took in their expressions. My dad plastered a smile that I knew was fake from miles away. He’s hiding something, I thought.

            “Ok honey. Just stay close to your brother and Grant. Don’t want you getting lost,” he replied coming from behind his desk to give me a quick kiss on the forehead. I narrowed my gaze at him and he just shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell me. I sighed then made my way through the house until I was out the door and jumping into the waiting car.

            The ride was relatively quiet except for the boys in the front seats jabbering on and on about whether Halo or Assassins Creed was the better video game. I stared out the window as the heavy tree line thinned the closer we got to the town limits. I had no idea what they were talking about. It was all foreign to me.

            I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with my dad. It was obvious that he and Bram were talking about something important. Something dad didn’t want me to know. On his desk laid the maps that had since a few weeks ago been placed in a drawer. The maps only meant one thing. Hunters.