Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 15

My mind instantly goes to thinking Rhett has caught me for half a second. I tense up as I’m forcefully pulled into a nearby alleyway. I let out a shaky breath when I realize it is not him, but someone else. However, that relief is short–lived when I see the angry look on his face.

The man’s appearance is intimidating–tall, broad, and covered in tattoos–and he’s accompanied by a group of equally scary–looking men, all dressed in black with strange emblems on their shirts. I swear I’ve seen those symbols before, but I can’t place them. Their auras are stronger than I would have expected, even for warriors, and it’s odd, given that I have alpha blood running through my veins.

The man’s grip on my arm tightens as he leans in and sniffs me, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. I stare at him with wide eyes. “Who are you?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous. Goosebumps instantly rise on my body as his aura washes over me.

“I–I’m just passing through,” I stutter, trying to pull away from him. But his hold only tightens, making it clear that he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon.

“Passing through? To where?” the man growls. “What brings you to our town?”

“I… I have family here,” I reply, hoping that will satisfy him and make him release me.

But the man doesn’t seem convinced.

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before turning back. to me.

last name instead. “My name is Brielle,” I lie,

from?” he asks,

pack,” I reply cautiously, hoping he’ll

believe me.

to trust me. “You’ve trespassed on our

heart pounding in my chest. “I just came into town to get my grandmother’s

others in the group still crowd around me, their intimidating presence making it difficult to breathe. One of them, a woman with a scar running down her cheek, sneers at me. “You expect us to believe that? You just

head and a silver hoop earring, chimes

one holding me shakes his head. “We need to know the name of

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As far as I knew, Grandma lived in no–man’s–land, rogue territory that is owned by the King but no packs reside here; she never

a traditional werewolf pack. You’re at Whispering Pines, you’re in the Lycan King’s kingdom, only those council approved are allowed here, no pack occupants only the King’s pack,” he answers, still watching me

I ask, I didn’t realize he

pack, we may be different species but we still live in packs.” the man

removed from ours. We are mutts compared to them but also similar in some sense since werewolves muddied the blood of Lycans. But now I recognize those patches on their uniforms, they are the same as