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Chapter 11 - Dominic
Too early in the day for this.
The emergency siren blared through the compound, and red emergency lights bathed the area in an eerie glow.
Dominic sprinted from his cabin, boots pounding as he ran toward the northern perimeter fence, a silver dagger at his hip, its handle worn from years of use.
Hunters poured from their quarters, all looking to him for guidance.
Dominic scanned the chaos, immediately assessing the situation. Near the fence line, dark shapes moved with unnatural speed, not human and not shifters.
“Secure the east fence!” Dominic’s command carried across the field, his voice laced with alpha authority. “Marcus, take Ghost Team and flank them from the west. Roman, get Strike Force in position to contain any breaches.”
Marcus materialized beside him, his amber eyes gleaming with predatory focus as he checked the magazine on his specialized weapon. “How many we looking at, Dom?”
“At least a dozen. Maybe more.” Dominic’s nostrils flared as he caught the scent of sulfur and decay, the unmistakable stench of a demon.
“Never seen them get this close before.” Marcus’s voice held a note of suspicion. “Something’s off.”
“Someone let them in,” Dominic growled, his earlier conversation with Adrian fresh in his mind. “We’ll deal with that later. Right now, let’s send them back to hell.”
Roman Drake appeared on Dominic’s other side, his massive frame imposing even among shifters. His nearly black eyes were already glinting with the anticipation of battle, his hands flexing. “Strike Force is ready.”
“Adrian’s tech team is setting up a containment field,” Dominic said. “Wait for my signal. We need to drive them into the trap.”
Kieran Nash joined them, the loner blessing them with his presence due to the crisis. Mud was stuck to his boots, and the ground seemed to respond to his presence. “The demons have breached the outer wards. They’re moving fast, but I can track them.”
Dominic nodded, his mind racing. “Kieran, guide Roman’s team. Marcus, your Ghost Team takes the high ground. I want eyes everywhere.”
The alphas dispersed to their positions, their teams falling in line behind them with practiced precision. Dominic drew his weapon, a special sword crafted from blessed silver and mountain ash, designed specifically for demon hunting.
Luna was alone.
He pushed the thought aside. The best protection he could offer her right now was eliminating the threat. Quickly.
Dominic tracked the movement in front of him. The demons were indeed gathering. In the dim light of dawn and the emergency lights, their ugly forms were partially visible.
“Now!” Dominic’s command cut through the night.
From his elevated position, Marcus’s Ghost Team opened fire, forcing the demons toward the center of the compound, where Adrian’s tech team had established a containment field.Roman’s Strike Force moved in from the west, herding the creatures further into the trap.
Dominic raised his hand, signaling to Adrian, who stood by the control panel. The blonde tech specialist nodded and activated the field. Blue light erupted from the ground, forming a dome around the trapped demons.
“Hold positions!” Dominic ordered, moving closer to the containment field. The demons within screeched, their voices like metal dragging across stone.
One demon, larger than the others, fixed its gaze on Dominic.
The demon’s lipless mouth stretched into what might have been a smile. “Alpha,” it hissed, the word sounding obscene in its mouth. “She won’t save you. None of you will be saved.”
Rage flared in Dominic’s chest. In one fluid motion, he pointed his sword, hitting the creature squarely between its eyes. The demon’s head now had a thin hole, black blood spraying from the wound, but it continued to smile even as it collapsed.
“All units, fire!” Dominic commanded.
Silver-tipped bullets and arrows tore into demon flesh, their shrieks rising to a fever pitch before abruptly cutting off. Within minutes, the containment field held nothing but corpses oozing black ichor into the earth.
Adrian approached, his ice-blue eyes narrowed as he surveyed the carnage. “This is unprecedented. A coordinated attack of this magnitude—”
