Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 113

I step closer, resting my hands on the wooden frame of the swingset. The earthy scent of freshly cut grass envelops me as Bree looks over to smile at me. “I was wondering when you would come looking for us. He’s been asking for you.” Bree tells me.

“Look at me, Dad! I’m flying!” Max beams, kicking his legs wildly in mid–air, his blue eyes sparkling with pure glee.

“Just don’t fly too high, or you might take off!” I tease.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him–Damian. He strides across the grass, papers clutched tightly in his hand, his expression taut and his pace quick. My heart drops.

“Great,” I mutter under my breath. The last thing I want is another confrontation with my brother while Max and Bree are here. I straighten, forcing myself to remain calm, even as Damian approaches with purpose. The tension in his posture tells me he isn’t here for casual conversation.

“Max, why don’t you show Bree how high you can swing?” | suggest, hoping to divert his attention.

Max nods eagerly, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. Bree flashes me a questioning look but says. nothing. I step aside, moving toward Damian, who stands at the edge of the garden like an unwelcome storm cloud.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice steady, though a hint of

impatience creeps in.

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council couldn’t find any record of Brielle,” he

I glance back at Bree and

still sure you’re not making a mistake?” he presses, and I can hear the underlying

chest. I scan the document, my eyes darting over the bureaucratic language, the cold reality sinking

“She could be hiding something. You

be more than just a ghost,” I add, my mind racing. with questions about Bree’s past, the secrets that cloud her identity. What lies beneath the surface? Who was she before. she stumbled into our

Damian shoots back, crossing his arms, “but we can’t ignore what the council says.”

quick. I want to defend Bree, the warmth she brings to our lives. But I push it down, forcing myself

arms. “But we can’t ignore the facts. If the records don’t show her… what

feeling the weight of his words settle in my chest like a stone. “You need to find out who she is. Fucking

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can see the worry etched on his

between wanting to trust Bree and the gnawing question of her past. What secrets does she hold?