Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 169

Dropping back down, I reach for the nearest crate, dragging it beneath the window. The rough scraping sound seems deafening in the tense silence, and I freeze, heart pounding, as I listen for any reaction.

“Did you hear that?” Rhett’s voice booms, dangerously close.

My heart hammers against my ribs, the frantic beat pulsing in my ears as I scramble onto the crate, fingers scrabbling at the rusted window latch. It’s stuck, refusing to budge, the metal crusted over with age and neglect.

Come on, come on, I plead internally, panic rising like a tidal wave in my throat.

“She’s over here!” Bianca’s triumphant shout pierces the silence, and dread washes over me.

With a final wrench, the latch gives way, screeching as it grudgingly opens. I push the window outward, cool night air rushing in to caress my face, carrying with it the scent of salt and freedom. I grip the window frame and start to haul myself up, one leg out, body twisting as I try to wriggle through.

no, you don’t!” Rhett snarls.

clamps down around my ankle, yanking me back so hard I nearly slip from the frame. His hand feels like iron, digging into my skin, dragging me away from the brink of escape. Desperation claws at me, and I thrash, kicking out blindly

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of me!” I scream, my voice ragged with

not letting go. Then I feel another set of nails rake against my skin, sharp and vicious, digging into my ankle. Bianca.

filling the warehouse with a piercing wail of terror. I don’t know if anyone can hear me, but it’s all I have left as they wrestle me to the ground. I hit the floor hard, the impact jarring my bones, and for a split second, stars dance before my eyes. Rhett

knee, and he stumbles back for a moment, but he’s back on me in an instant, his hand wrapping around my throat, pinning me down. His other hand grabs my hair, yanking my head back so

his mouth is on my neck, teeth sinking deep into my flesh, tearing through skin and muscle. The pain is blinding, sharp and searing, like fire spreading from his bite. I feel it immediately–the invasive snap of a bond, brutal and violating, forcing its way into my

scream, the sound mingling with his roar as the bond snaps into place, a vicious, possessive force that binds me to him against my will. I thrash, my hands