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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forward, and I catch a glimpse of official seals and printed text. “The council couldn’t find any record of Brielle,” he says, his tone

and Max, their laughter ringing clear,

presses, and I can hear the underlying doubt

my eyes darting over

leans closer, his face grim. “She could be

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

“but we can’t ignore

to our lives. But I push it down, forcing

“But we can’t ignore the facts. If the records don’t show

settle in my chest

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worry etched on his face, the same protective instinct that drives me.

What secrets does she hold? I glance at the documents again,