Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 2

“Are you okay?” I panic, hoping he hasn’t hit his head in the gutter, just as the car tears off down the road, not even bothering to stop to see if I’m okay. I grip his face, checking him over, before realizing we have gathered a crowd.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” His little voice cracks with the weight. of the chaos he had unwittingly unleashed. Tears carve clean paths down his dirt–smudged face, his innocence laid bare in the sun’s harsh light.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I rasp out, my throat tight with having the air smashed from my lungs and my skin burning violently. He has a scraped knee, but other than that, he looks to be okay.

“Are you hurt?” I manage to ask, though my body screams in protest. The pain is sharp, consuming almost, but my wolf will heal me in no time. This little man, however, is too young to have a wolf yet.

His small head shakes, sending droplets of tears flying. I let out a breath of relief and stand when I hear the crowd’s

murmurs before shouts resonate loudly and the crowd of people part, making way for someone.

I hadn’t even regained my footing when he appeared- shoving people out of the way; he was chaos personified in a tailored suit.

“Max!” he stammers, closing the distance in heartbeats, sweeping the child into his arms.

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before me; he is huge beside my 5 foot 3 frame; the man is tall and muscular,

must admit the man is gorgeous and would be any lady’s wet dream. Though his aura is another thing entirely, everyone scatters to get away from him as it ripples out violently. My knees shake slightly as I fight not to submit

his father in a smaller, younger version, with the same piercing blue eyes. His small head is crowned with dark,

arms, his small hands gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. My own body trembles at the intensity of the man’s aura, a strong force that seems to emanate from him in waves, and a growl rips out of him when people edge closer; the sound is a deep menacing thrumming, warning those close to

wonder who he is when I notice men clad in tailored suits suddenly surrounding us; he is clearly someone of importance to warrant this much security. Hearing me whimper under the weight of it, he drops his aura, and I suck in a shaky breath

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man’s gaze locks on me, and I can’t help but feel the intensity of his presence wash over me. The air around us seems to thicken with tension, yet his smile comes slow, warm, and

closer so his aura doesn’t affect me as much as those around us, almost like I’m suddenly shielded by it. It’s a weird sensation as it ripples over me, but I don’t have that overwhelming urge to submit to him. He must be a powerful alpha to be able

dominance and danger. I catch a whiff of sweat and adrenaline

still clutching his son tightly; I nod, trying to catch my breath

me to death,” his voice deep, each word laced with an intoxicating blend

boy against his chest, holding on to him like he

protesting the sudden shift from adrenaline–fueled action to stillness.

knee,” I manage, my voice sounding foreign to my ears–roughened by strain. A smile attempts to breach my lips, but it falters, morphing instead into a grimace.