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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foot 3 frame; the man is tall and muscular, towering

only adds to his commanding presence. Even having a mate, I 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

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

waves, and a growl rips out of him when people edge closer; the sound is a deep menacing thrumming, warning those close to back away. That sound has goosebumps

this alpha came from, but I am certain that his aura is potent, dangerous, and exceeds that of Rhett’s. It also makes me 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

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and I can’t help but feel the intensity of his presence wash over me. The air

fearsome aura that had just moments before left me trembling. He steps 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,

the air around the man as his aura radiates dominance and danger.

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

voice deep, each word laced with an intoxicating blend of fear

arms, strong and sure, crush the trembling boy against his chest, holding

the sudden shift from adrenaline–fueled action

to my ears–roughened by strain. A