Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 25

“Max, I have to go to work,” I murmur, the words barely escaping my lips as I crouch down to his level.

“Work?” His voice is a small echo of disappointment, but he quickly brightens, the resilience of youth shining through. “Well, maybe you can come over and play at my place?” A strand of hair falls into his face, and he brushes it aside with an innocence that squeezes my heart.

I sigh. “Maybe another time, Max,” I say softly, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. My chest tightens with guilt for the loneliness etched into his features.

“Sweetie, I need to go home and check on my grandma,” I murmur, the quiver in my voice betraying the turmoil beneath my calm exterior. Max’s bright eyes widen, a glimmer of understanding behind the innocence. Yet, he’s persistent, his next words tugging at the already frayed edges of my resolve.

“My daddy can drive you home! Then you can come home with us after you check Granny!” His eagerness is a punch to my gut; it stings. Isn’t there a friend, a playmate, for him somewhere?

“Max, I…” My voice trails off trying to come up with an excuse. It’s clear his father doesn’t want me around his son, and why would he? I am a stranger after all and trying to deceive the king. But Max’s hopeful gaze tugs at something deep within me, a maternal instinct I didn’t know existed, mingling with an undeniable pull towards his father that’s both reckless and irresistible.

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me drive you home,” King Soren says, stepping closer, his presence enveloping me. His words, laced with genuine kindness, send a jolt through my veins. The scent of him–a mix of pine and power–fills my senses, and for a moment, I’m lost

through my body, I’m supposed to maintain distance, keep the boundaries clear, but his proximity blurs every line I’ve

I falter again,

But the wolf inside me howls in protest, craving his nearness,

my reverie, a small hand reaching for mine. “It’ll be

not that simple.” I look up at King Soren, seeking mercy in his gaze, pleading silently for him to tell his

I believe mainly

The offer is kindness itself, but danger lurks beneath the surface. If I accept, I’ll be confined with

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it’s not that far,” I stammer, my voice barely above