Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 141

The revelation leaves me reeling, struggling to comprehend how she managed to hide her true identity for so long. The woman who saved Max was confident and carefree, exuding a sense of fearlessness that Bree never showed. Bree was always reserved, cautious, as if haunted by shadows of a past she never spoke about. How could they be the same person? The disparity between the two personas is jarring, and I find myself questioning everything I thought I knew.

As the report continues, my mind races. She’s Rhett’s mate, the one who robbed his pack. It all clicks into place. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. All those secrets, all those fears, it all makes sense now.

“It’s reported that she knew you were coming to the city, that she had planned all along. The driver was a set up for her to get close to Max and you!” Damian’s words hit me like a wave of betrayal crashing against my resolve.

“Where is she?” My demand hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the frustration coursing through me. I fumble to dial her number, but it goes straight to voicemail–her phone still switched off, amplifying my rage.

“Damian, pull up the tracker on her car. We’re going to find her,” I command, my voice cutting through the tension.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” His serious expression mirrors the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in.

danger,” I respond, urgency lacing every syllable. “If

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she could be at risk from Rhett’s pack and anyone who sees her as a threat. I

but my mother steps forward, her presence calming yet resolute. “Damian, despite your reservations about her, Soren is right. She is more vulnerable than ever.”

accusation echoes off the walls.

mother’s explanation hangs heavily between us, causing a lump to form in my throat as I struggle to process the

the council.” Damian’s words were a mere whisper, the edges of his voice tinged

was evident in my voice; I feel as though I’d been doused with ice–cold water. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I reach out, grabbing Damian by the scruff of his shirt, the fabric bunching under my clenched

a feeble attempt to defend his lack of action, “She looked… scared. But when I asked her, she

confession hung heavy in the air between us. “You didn’t

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