Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 9

I continue the long drive to my grandmother’s with a full tank. After hours on the road, I finally arrive in the sleepy town. where my grandmother lives. As I pull up in front of the rundown house, I wonder if my grandmother will even remember me. It has been years since we last saw each other, back when I was just a child. What if she doesn’t want to see

me?

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I climb out of my car and walk toward the house. The paint is peeling, and the once–green lawn is overgrown with weeds. As I approach the front door, I feel a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. I know that seeking refuge with my grandmother is a long shot, but it’s the only chance I have to escape the nightmare I’ve been living in. With each step, I hope that my grandmother will recognize me and take me in, offering a safe haven from the betrayal that has left my world in tatters.

I quickly cover the car, placing hay bales in front of it and covering it over with a tarp. Once done, I take a deep breath. before stepping out of the gate and onto the street. My heart races with nerves as I walk up to her front door and knock.

I wait anxiously for what feels like an eternity, listening for any sounds of movement inside. Finally, I hear shuffling, and the door creaks open. My grandmother’s frail figure appears in the doorway, her once–sparkling eyes now clouded with age. She squints at me, and for a moment, I fear she won’t recognize me.

“Aubrey?” she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. “Ist

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that you?”

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A wave of relief washes over me as I nod, tears pricking my eyes. “Yes, Grandma, it’s me,” I reply, my voice shaking.

everything okay?” Tears spill down my cheeks as relief floods through me at seeing her familiar

else to go,” I sob out as she ushers me inside

to the worn floorboards that groan beneath my feet. The scent of dampness and mildew fills the air, a constant reminder of the poverty and neglect that my grandmother has endured for far too

of years gone by. My eyes, however, are fixed on the woman across from me. Granny’s slender fingers wrap around her inhaler with an intimate familiarity that tugs at my heart. She draws in a slow breath, and the soft

sorry you have to see me like this, dear,” she says, a smile playing weakly

awkwardly in the space between us, and I

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for pity here; not for her, not for myself. Granny’s always had a steel

the frailty of her bones beneath the thin skin. “There’s no need to apologize, Grandma. I’m just glad I am here now so I can help you;

her lips, and pats my hand with a tenderness that is both comforting and heartbreaking. “You’ve got your own life, child,” she murmurs, but there’s no censure in her voice, just the quiet resignation of someone who has learned to rely

of use, to do something–anything–that might ease the lines of fatigue etched into her face. She pauses, considering, then shakes her head once

with a hint of desperation. I hold my breath, waiting for

firm despite the weariness I hear behind it. “This is your home too.” Her words. wrap around me, offering a semblance of safety I hadn’t

to,” Granny’s voice is matter–of–fact, but it

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I bite my lip, casting at glance around the small, cozy living room, taking in the faded wallpaper and the comforting scent of Granny’s lavender sachets. How can I leave her now, after seeing the frailness in her eyes? No, I won’t be like my mother; I refuse to abandon her. Some luck, just a sliver of it, might keep me hidden

her gaze heavy with concern. “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem anxious,” she asks, her voice soft as