Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 167

“You can’t escape, Aubrey!” he shouts, his voice booming, reverberating through the empty space. “You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine!”

I push myself faster, the weight of his words twisting in my stomach like a knife. The idea of being his, of being trapped and used, is more terrifying than anything. I reach the top of the stairs and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind me. My eyes scan the hallway–a dusty, dimly lit corridor stretches out before me, lined with more doors, each one promising yet more twists in this nightmare maze. I spot a chair leaning against the wall and jam it under the handle of the door, hoping it will buy me precious seconds though I doubt it. That chair looks on the verge of crumbling any second but it’s all I have right now.

For a split second, I pause, heart pounding, trying to get my bearings. Where the hell am I? It feels like I’ve been running in circles, deeper into the building instead of out of it. The air is thick, stale, pressing down on me, and every shadow seems to pulse with hidden threats.

A furious roar erupts from the stairwell, shaking me from my thoughts. Rhett’s frustration reverberates through the metal door, followed by a loud, brutal bang as he slams his fists against it. “Aubrey!” he bellows, the door rattling under his assault. I can hear him fumbling with the handle, then a crash as the chair I wedged there topples to the ground. Shit.

Bianca’s voice joins the cacophony, her tone dripping with yenom. “You idiot! How could you let her escape?”

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door, each one sending tremors through the frame. The

rows of rusted metal shelves, stacked with dusty boxes, forgotten junk, and old equipment. The lights here flicker weakly, casting a dim, sickly yellow glow that barely reaches the far corners of the room. Shadows pool in the alcoves between the shelves, creating dark nooks

furniture create shadowy alcoves, piles of old armchairs and splintered

myself to stay calm, to think clearly despite the terror clawing at my mind. If I can just stay

into the shadows, my back against the damp concrete wall. My

with anger and a dark, possessive edge, “you’ll wish you’d never tried

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