Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 132

I can’t help but think of my old beat–up car. Its paint is chipping away and has more dents than a golf ball. The steering wheel is worn, and the seats are covered in faded fabric with a few stubborn stains.

My driving skills aren’t the best either, and the idea of navigating one of Soren’s vehicles makes my heart race with nervousness. As I grip the steering wheel, a mixture of excitement and apprehension floods through me, and I begin to shake my head.

“I can’t take one of these. What if I…” Soren starts the car and shuts the door. “Do you have one that is less… expensive? What about an old beater car or something?” Soren arches a brow at me.

“A what?” he questions.

“Something more durable?” I ask. Soren chuckles softly.

“Your driving can’t be that bad. Besides, I have insurance.” I roll my eyes, but he continues.

“You’re not taking whatever heap of junk is parked in your grandmother’s barn. Besides, these all have AirTags in them, so I can track where you are.” The thought of being tracked makes me uncomfortable, a sense of being watched that prickles at the back of my mind.

of me is reassured by the idea that someone will

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also has me worried that Soren is losing trust in me. Reluctantly,

say, my voice wavering slightly as I

care of it, I promise.” He gives me a reassuring nod, and I put the car in gear,

beneath me. The road ahead stretches out into the night, illuminated by

from the lush greenery of Soren’s territory to the bright city lights and then to the more rugged terrain of my childhood home. The familiar roads bring a flood of memories–happy, carefree days intertwined with the painful past I thought I had left behind. I grip the steering wheel tighter, the thought of returning to my old life weighing heavily

tattered, reflecting the strife that has plagued my family. My heart races as I navigate the winding roads, leading me to the packhouse–a place filled with echoes of laughter and love now overshadowed by the

familiar driveway, my childhood home standing dark and silent against the night sky as I slow to pass it.

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and I’m hit by an overwhelming sense of nostalgia mixed with dread. I never thought I would come.