Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

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“Jefferson has been rushed into surgery, the pack is in lockdown, and no one knows what is going on,” I answer but my voice is vacant, detached from everything going on.

“Maybe he had another heart attack?” Damian suggests, trying to calm my rattled thoughts.

“Then why would the pack go into lockdown, something has happened.” Damian adds nothing knowing that isn’t a reason for the pack to go into lockdown.

We’re barely halfway to the pack when the shrill ring of my phone cuts through the silence startling me from my thoughts. For a moment I stare at the screen as it lights up, praying that it’s Bree but it’s not. An unknown number flashes on the screen, and a cold dread washes over me, dousing my frustration in an instant and making me instantly alert to my surroundings..

My hand trembles as I answer the phone. “Hello?” I answer, my voice tight with apprehension as I wait to hear who it is.

“Is this King Soren?” A woman’s voice asks one so similar to Aubrey’s the resemblance is uncanny. “Hello? It’s Aubrey’s mother,” the woman’s voice grows higher in pitch and comes through, trembling and frantic. The pitch of her tone sends my heart into overdrive, pounding against my ribcage like a caged animal and goosebumps lace my skin as I try to clear the lump forming in my throat. I know this conversation isn’t going to be what I want to hear. Some part of me is too scared to hear what she has to say, but by her tone I know it’s

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fear that threatens to choke me at the sound of panic in this woman’s voice. I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady.

at the screen, wondering if it is a prank or that

need to know where she is. If you know you

words it feels like the air has been punched from my lungs. “He took her! I don’t know where, but he has her.” Panic is evident in her tone as she continues, her voice breaking. “I couldn’t stop him. He just… he just took her! And that

on its axis. My vision narrows, and for a moment, all I can hear is the rush of blood in

her words and suddenly we are at a

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