Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 93

“Are you okay?” Max’s voice is laced with concern, but it feels distant, as if coming from underwater.

“Cramps,” I manage to gasp out, each word spiked with agony. The transformation is close, too close. My vision blurs, trees and sky merging into a spinning carousel of colors. I must get him to safety before-

“Which way, Bree?” Max’s question slices through my disorientation.

I blink hard, trying to clear the fog in my head. “This way–no, wait.” Every direction looks the same, foreign and twisted. We’re lost, wandering aimlessly as precious minutes trickle

away.

“Damn it,” I curse under my breath. I grab his hand and continue to drag Max through the forest. My heart pounds in time with our racing footsteps. The crunch of twigs beneath our feet seems unbearably loud on this quiet night when I hear other wolves howling, and I know they can sense me; my pheromones are off the charts.

“Stick close to me,” I order him, my voice laced with an urgency that has him nodding silently, all protests forgotten.

The moonlight streams down through the gaps in the canopy, casting a path for us to follow. I try to stay in the shadows of the trees, knowing that the moonlight touching me may force the shift I am barely controlling. We weave in and out of the shadows, the dense undergrowth pulling at our clothes as if

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under Max’s foot, the sound echoing eerily as I cast a nervous glance around. Goosebumps lace my skin, and

the moonlight and his growing panic. It seems now he is realizing the mistake he made by coming to find me. His grip on my hand tightens, and he shakes my hand for reassurance that I’m struggling to give when the howls grow nearer. Despite his obvious terror, he matches my pace, trusting me to get him home safely. But I’m beginning to slow, my body

late. The change

as a shiver w wracks my body. I can barely contain a whimper as my bones start shifting beneath my flesh. Every muscle burns as though exposed

clenched teeth, stumbling and dropping Max’s hand. He spins around, worry etched

voice trembling slightly. But I can’t answer him. The pain is

go!” I growl, jumping at the sound of my beast coming forward.

hard as I can. I send him sprawling into

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shock, but I don’t have time to comfort him or explain again why he needs to stay away from

moonlight brushes against my skin, and I feel it–the shift. It rips through me like

The word is a growl, torn from a throat that’s no longer