Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 157

~Aubrey~

I open my eyes, the world around me a blurry haze of shadows and muted light as I squint through the pounding migraine threatening to drag me back into darkness. Every inch of me hurts, a dull ache punctuated by sharper stabs of pain, and the urge to throw up is overwhelming. I try to gather my thoughts, to piece together the broken fragments of memory, but it’s like clawing through fog–everything comes up blank.

A wave of nausea hits, and I swallow hard against the bile rising in my throat. My head throbs in time with my heartbeat, each pulse sending jagged shards of pain through my skull. I groan, the sound barely more than a rasp, rough and strained, as if I haven’t used my voice in days.

“Mom…?” I croak, my voice a fragile whisper, raw and barely audible.

As my vision starts to clear, I take in my surroundings, and a chill washes over me. I am definitely not in the hospital. My mother is nowhere to be seen, and the sterile white walls I’d expected are gone, replaced by something far more sinister. A single, bare bulb swings overhead, casting faint, trembling light across grimy, stained walls. The shadows dance in the flickering glow, twisting into eerie shapes that vanish as quickly as they appear. The bulb is on the blink, casting the room into intermittent darkness, as if even the light is struggling to survive here.

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me down, and the sickening scrape of leather against skin jolts me

can feel the roughness of the leather biting into my wrists, the coolness of metal buckles pressing into my

out, my voice cracking but louder now, tinged with a fear that’s rising like

hear my own ragged breathing, shallow and uneven, echoing off the walls. My pulse

But the flickering light offers no answers, only glimpses of grimy walls, damp stains seeping down from the ceiling, and the unmistakable smell of rust and decay. The air is stale and cold, laced

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