Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 95

No wolf likes the idea of hunting she–wolves and mating them. It’s just something she–wolves have learned to accept since there is no stopping it; the men are slaves to their instincts, just as the she–wolves are. Staring at the man, I tried to tell myself it was self–defense, a necessary evil to protect Max, but the hollow justification offered little to remove my guilt.

But now I worry about when the moon is uncovered by the clouds because this body could be Max.

“Run,” I plead again, the word a broken whisper. “Please, Max, you need to run!” I clutch at the dirt, trying to cover myself. His face is ghostly pale in the dim light, his eyes wide and unseeing.

But once again he’s frozen, immobilized by fear or shock, or both. The silence is heavy, suffocating, until the moon glides free from the canopy above us. Silver light floods the clearing, and agony lances through me as another shift begins.

“Max!” I cry out, my bones contorting. “Your dad-”

“He’s on the way,” he stammers, fear battling with concern. “I mindlinked him,” he tells me.

“Go!” I manage before the beast surges forth, drowning the last vestiges of humanity. As my vision tunnels into predatory focus, I see him, still a statue of dread.

Muscles tense, fighting the inevitable, I dig my feet into the

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to hold back the beast clawing

battle; my skin ripples with suppression as my eyes look for anything to help

waterfall at the end of it. The chances of me surviving a fall like that are

I have? I won’t let my beast

shifting from human to wolfish sight. He needs to be safe–I

begin, but it’s useless. Swallowing a howl,

in the distance behind him. That’s it–my chance to evade the impending shift long enough for Max to escape me. The pounding of the water syncs with

bit further,” I beg myself, the words lost to

sprawling onto the dirt. My body betrays me, the shift erupting from within as if my flesh were merely a

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shred of my humanity clinging to the precipice of the abyss, I leap at the same time Max’s scream pierces the air, loud

disorienting, smothering. In the tumultuous depths,

pulled away, away from Max, away from the threat I