Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 99

Adrenaline surges through me as I roll Bree onto her side. She chokes, coughing out water in painful wheezes. Her body shudders with the effort, but she’s breathing- ragged and shallow, but she’s breathing!

“Bree!” My voice rumbles out in relief as I gently stroke back strands of hair from her face.

As she fights for breath, moonlight reveals the cruelty she has endured. Ragged gashes mar her flesh, which must be caused by the dead rogue Damian found. Cradling her close, I lift her into my arms.

“Stay with me, Bree,” I urge, my voice rough with the remnants of my Lycan growl. “You’re safe now.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she meets my gaze. There is no need for words; her gratitude, intermingled with pain, conveys more than language ever could. Silence wraps

around us, punctuated only by her labored breathing and the distant sound of the waterfall.

“Max?” she chokes out.

“You didn’t hurt him,” I tell her when her eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and I see the moon’s reflection in them as her shift takes hold in my arms. Damian and my guard step forward, ready to subdue her, but one growl from me has them backing up.

“Get my son home and unlock the observatory!” I order just as

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before forcing the shift back to my Lycan form. I am not letting her go, I am not

neck, her body trembling from exertion and the aftermath of adrenaline and nearly dropping dead on me. The howls from wolves in the forest grow nearer as they pick up our auras and her

out between heavy breaths, his eyes wide. “Killed one rogue, then jumped when the others ran. She saved me,

scold, as he tugs

pulling a face. I snigger,

guards watching us, protectiveness flaring alive. I growl at my men, and they instantly turn their gazes away when Damian arches a brow stomping toward me. I can feel my own snarl distorting my face as I confront him since he

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surges through me as I roll Bree onto her side. She chokes, coughing out water in painful wheezes. Her body shudders with the effort, but she’s breathing- ragged and shallow, but she’s breathing!

in relief as I gently stroke back strands of hair from

for breath, moonlight reveals the cruelty she has endured. Ragged gashes mar her flesh, which must be caused by the dead rogue Damian found.

rough with the remnants of my Lycan growl.

open, and she meets my gaze. There is no need for words; her gratitude, intermingled with pain, conveys more than

her labored breathing and the

chokes out.

widen, her pupils dilate, and I see the moon’s reflection in them as her shift takes hold in my arms. Damian and my guard step

the observatory!” I order just

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