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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glance around. Goosebumps lace my skin, and the scent of other wolves drifts under

mix of fear and exertion, and his eyes dart around wildly, reflecting both 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

too late. The

me 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 to white–hot flames–my sight wavers. The world is tilting on its axis,

Max’s hand. He spins around, worry etched across his

asks, his voice trembling slightly. But I can’t answer

jumping at the sound of my beast coming

word or explanation, I push Max away as hard as I can.

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shock, but I don’t have time to comfort him or explain again why

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

torn from a throat that’s no longer fully human.