Across Enemy Lines

Chapter 17

Hey guys! I have been working hard and trying to write out the remaining chapters of this story. I haven't got them all done but I've got a couple! I think that the story will go up until Chpt. 26 which will be the epilogue. I just wanted to keep you readers in the loop! Let me know what you think in the comments below and the vote button on the side :)

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Dominic’s POV

            I grunted as I was pushed up against the wall of my father’s office, one of his hands placed firmly around the base of my neck. My back thudded with such force that some of the books fell off of the bookshelf perched a few feet away. It hurt but I wasn’t going to let my dad see that.

            “What the hell do you think you are doing? You know better than to go against my orders,” my father said, his voice coming out as more of a growl. Any of the other hunters would cower at the sound and venom emanating from his words but I stood my ground. His hand twitched at his side, forming a fist, while the one at the base of my throat tightened slightly.

            After I dropped Nia back off at her room, making sure she got there with no problems, I was summoned to my father’s office. One look at his face when I entered the room and I knew that he was angry. One of the hunters I passed with Nia must have told him that I had her out of her room. Pathetic. Full grown men who are spineless in the face of my father.

            I kept my face stoic as I could see my father growing more frustrated with my lack of action. “You’re growing soft. She’s a shifter. A disgusting waste of life and you are falling right into her trap,” he said, leaning in so that I felt a little spit from when he spoke. I didn’t move to wipe my face. It would only make him angrier.

            “I’m not being fooled by her father. If I didn’t fix up her wounds, she could have died from them. And even though I have no knowledge of what exactly your plan for her or her pack is, I take it you still need her for whatever it is to work,” I stated. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what my actions would do to my father and I knew the right things to say to save myself.

            He narrowed his eyes at me and scoffed as his hand disappeared from around my throat. He backed up a few feet and paced shortly in front of me. I remained, my back against the wall. I could tell my answer was what he needed to hear but not what he wanted. He wanted to be able to punish me for my actions and he would try every way to catch me.

            “Fine, you are correct that she is an essential part of my plan to destroy her pack but she didn’t need a shower. She should have been left in her room. That error is on you,” he exclaimed pointing an excusatory finger at me.

             “She needed one sir,” I replied. He looked taken aback by my statement. His face became red as if he was heating up and about ready to explode.

            “That is not your call! I gave no such order as such. Do you not understand that by letting her out of her room, she could have mapped out the place, planning her escape,” he said coming to stand right in front of me, almost chest to chest. He was trying to intimidate me. His voice low and menacing but I didn’t fall for it.