Dakota just walked until she heard the baby monitor go off. Something wasn't right. It wasn't Hunter crying. She looked around the small frame, pulling Secret to a stop. A shillouette of a large man crossed the frame and the monitor went black. "Shit!" She muttered, tossing the monitor in her saddle bag and spurring Secret to a gallop. "Someone's at the house." She said to Nate

Dakota took off sprinting as soon as she was off of Secret and shoved her into the barn. She grabbed a spare pistol from on top of the safe in the barn's tackroom, cautiously running into the house. She saw the figure move, flashing in front of her before she turned and ran to the nursery. The crib was empty. "Nate!" She called, voice cracking a little at the sight

"I'm gonna fucking kill that son of a bitch!" She yells, taking off in the direction of where the figure had. Her mother instincts had kicked in and were in full swing, rage obscuring anything she may think of besides herone goal. Hunter. She sees the light shadow of the man who dared enter her home and ran faster, her legs pounding the earth as she cocks her gun

"I'm gonna fucking rip him limb from limb." She growled, showing a fury she usually kept contained. Her eyes were full of fire, rage, that refused to settle for even a second

Dakota's mind was warring with itself and she was torn between: Screw it and Think before acting