Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 136

“The right thing; I will let him go and hope he doesn’t punish you or Dad for it when he comes for me.”

My stomach twists, and I feel bile rise in my throat.

I know it’s only a matter of time before Soren finds out if he hasn’t already. My mind races as panic takes hold. What will he think of me? How could I have been so careless?

I pull out my phone, my fingers trembling as I type a message to Soren. I know what I need to do, even if it tears my heart

apart.

Please don’t hate me. I wish I could have explained what I wanted to. But I can’t do this anymore and now it’s hurting you and Max. We need to cancel the engagement though I know you would have by now. Sorry.

I hit send before I can change my mind, the weight of finality. crashing over me. Almost instantly, my phone rings, Soren’s name flashing on the screen. I let it ring out before sending. another message.

I will have your car sent back, don’t worry I am not stealing it.

cutting myself off from the world outside. The silence

than ever.

in the background, I wrap my arms. around myself, trying to fend off the chill creeping into

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the right choice, but the decision. weighs heavily on my heart. I can only hope that Soren will understand and that he will eventually see the truth behind the lies. But for now, all I can do is wait and see if any part of my life can be salvaged. After a lingering glance at my mother, I quietly retreat down the hallway. My eyes are drawn to a door at the end, slightly ajar. It was a room I have avoided since arriving here- my sister’s room. With a deep breath, I push

untouched, frozen in time like an exhibit in a museum dedicated to a childhood lost too soon. The

made bed with pink sheets and the array of stuffed animals perched on top, their glassy

my sister’s desk against the wall, cluttered with textbooks and notebooks filled with drawings–each page a snapshot of her

abruptly halted by fate’s cruel hand. I can almost hear her laughter echoing within these four walls,

casting dancing shadows across the room, and I feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I gingerly pick up a porcelain doll

how we used to play together for hours. Holding it now feels like holding onto a piece of her, a fragile reminder of the bond we shared, one only sisters can share; sisters are your first friend, and to lose her, I lost my best friend, but not only that, I lost

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