Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

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I watch them, a tightness in my chest growing with each passing second. “Bree,” I start, but she cuts me off with a look.

“I won’t risk your son, Soren,” she states flatly, not letting me finish. And with that, she turns away, scooping up the last of her things.

I’m left standing there, torn between the need to protect and the impulse to hold her back. But deep down, I know she’s right. Max can’t see what happens during the shift. It’s too raw, too wild. He’s too young to understand.

Resigned, I turn and make my way down the corridor. I have paperwork to lodge, and I need to check with border patrols.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, its walls lined with

bookshelves. This is where I can think and where I can work; my mother mostly knows not to bother me here. But today, it feels like a cage, confining me with its four walls while Bree prepares to run off with the moon. It makes me antsy, knowing the risk she is putting herself through. I never really considered the dangers for she–wolves on a full moon, and I’ve never been close enough to one to have to worry about their well–being during one.

My hands find the edge of the desk, my fingers gripping the wood until it almost hurts.

into the chair just as the door to my office swings open with a force that startles me from

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a bad mood. Damian’s face is etched with frustration, his brows furrowed, and his jaw set tight. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, now blaze with an intensity that catches me off guard. He slams the envelope onto my desk, the sound

an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic display of anger, my pulse quickening as I reach for the envelope–my mind races with possibilities, each one

to deal with whatever has my brother so

council’s seal has my stomach tightening. The image of a Lycan, its eyes narrowed, and its claws extended, sends a chill down my spine. As it stares at me, its teeth are sharp and menacing. I reach for the papers, pulling them free. The words swim before my eyes, but their meaning is unmistakable. No record of a Brielle. It’s as if Bree never existed at least not in our society at all; she should have at least something more than a birth certificate; surely she has a

erased her records, effectively wiping her existence

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sounds distant, even to my own ears, as I continue to read the letter from the council. It’s not impossible for her to have no other

see an issue with this? She is clearly hiding something!”

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