Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 91

A chill runs down my spine. Panic surges through me, and I rush to the window, leaning out into the cool night air. My eyes frantically scan the ground below searching for any sign of Max. The darkness outside feels oppressive, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as I call his name again, louder this time, hoping for a response.

Max has never wandered off before, especially not at night. Swallowing a surge of panic running through me. All I find is the darkening sky before the sound of howls ring loudly through the night sky. My eyes dart to the forest surrounding the property.

“Bree!” I gasp, knowing he went searching for her.

Opening the mindlink, I pull on the link to every person within the pack.

“Max is missing; find him and lock the castle grounds down now!” The link snaps shut, and I can feel the energy of the pack shift as they all spring into action. And I don’t bother waiting; instead, I jump out of the window, knowing I need to find him before anything else does. My feet hit the ground with a jarring thud, sending a shockwave through my legs.

The impact rattles my bones, but I barely notice the pain. Adrenaline propels me forward. The cool earth beneath me feels solid and unyielding, a stark contrast to the chaotic storm brewing inside me and above me as lightning flashes across the sky in angry streaks.

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with the sharp tang of rain from the impending storm. Fear and desperation claw at my insides, each step through the forest amplifying the dread that something terrible is going to happen. My breaths come in ragged gasps, the cold air burning my lungs as

in, the only light coming from intermittent flashes of lightning that momentarily illuminate

that is I need to get to Max before he gets

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ensuring they’re secured to the thick wooden beams in the cellar. My hands tremble slightly, not from fear of the shift with

routine that is as familiar as it is necessary. I take a

damp and earthy, like the kind that clings to the back of your throat. I can already sense the change in my body, an anticipatory ache that signals the beast within is waking up, and that instinct will soon take over and override

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breath and close my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I take one last

the dying light. His wide, innocent eyes are filled with curiosity and worry, and tears shimmer in his gaze as he peers down at me. His tousled dark hair, so much like his father’s, falls