Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 57

Soren

I get myself comfortable and ready for the night. Bree, however, is buzzing with nervous energy.

“Bree, please just lay down,” I finally say, unable to bear the tense energy any longer. “Your anxiousness is making me anxious.”

She pauses, turning to look at me with wide, nervous eyes. “I can’t help it,” she says, wringing her hands.

“What are you so nervous about? I will sleep on the couch; that’s fine. Hell, I’ll sleep on the floor if needed.”

She grabs a book and places it on the nightstand. Then a glass of water setting it next to the bed. “Well?” I ask her, and she chews her lip. A cute blush paints her cheeks. I raise an eyebrow at her, wondering what has come over her.

“I’m a werewolf,” she says like that is all the answer I need to make sense of nervousness.

“So?” I ask her.

“You’re a Lycan!” My brows scrunch together, trying to understand what she is getting at.

“I’m well aware of species differences,” I tell her. I try to rack my brain to figure out why that is an issue, but it’s not a full moon, so it’s not like she will attack me. I nearly laugh at the thought. Is she afraid of hurting me? Or maybe werewolves

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one, so…

snore?” I ask, trying

looks at

gonna sniff butt in my sleep, are you?” I laugh, and her face burns brighter, but so does her anger at that as she scoops up a pillow and lobs it

at me.

not a dog!”

that state, you also have a tail, but only slightly larger than a typical wolf, but you all look the same.” She folds her arms across her chest, which

make you sleep on the floor!” she snaps

about?” she rubs her temples,

she is making this more

I ask, and if looks

I… I might scent you,” she

do want to sniff

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your sorry ass. And I hope it hurts!

she wanders off, continuing to get ready for bed as she snatches up her pajamas and heads in for a shower. I shake my head, turning my attention back to my book.

evening routine. She’s showered, dressed and puts some strange lotion on her face, almost as if she forgets she is a werewolf and doesn’t need to; she may not be immortal