Moonlit Confrontations

DAKOTA

The sound of Hunter's voice jolts me awake from my peaceful slumber. Opening my eyes, I sit up in bed, concentrating on the direction where his voice is coming from. Stepping out of bed, I hurry out of my bedroom and rush down the stairs. I make it to the sitting room, just in time to catch sight of Hunter slamming Dashiell against the wall, his fingers locked around his throat.

It's strange that Hunter had figured out where I am so easily.

With my heart in my throat, I quietly watch them from the monitor on the wall of the sitting room, just by the front door.

Although Hunter's rage is evident, Dashiell doesn't look bothered at all.

"Get your hands off me while I ask nicely," he tells him, a blank look on his face.

Hunter tightens his grip on Dashiell's throat as he bares his fangs at him.

"And if I don't?!"

Dashiell sighs, shutting his eye for a moment. When his eye falls open, he brings a hand to Hunter's chest and gives him a slight push. My jaw drops when Hunt