Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 200

My mouth waters as delicious scents waft up from downstairs. Bacon. Coffee. Fresh bread. My stomach clenches. painfully wondering how I can smell all that when I realize the window is open and so must be a window downstairs.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, nearly falling as vertigo hits. Everything feels…off. Like my body isn’t quite mine anymore. I stumble to the door, gripping the handle too hard. It crumples slightly in my grasp.

“What the hell?” I mutter, staring at my hand in confusion.

The shower keeps running. Soren has no idea I’m awake. Part of me wants to wait for him, but the hunger is overwhelming.

I slip out into the hallway, following my nose toward the stairs.

Each step echoing unnaturally loud in my ears. As I reach the bottom, and move to the kitchen pushing the swinging door open a crash reverberates through the room and I clutch my ears at the horrifying sound. My head whips around to see a maid, her eyes wide with shock, standing surrounded by shattered porcelain.

“I–I’m so sorry, Miss,” she stammers, her voice trembling. “I didn’t expect-”

composed demeanor slightly ruffled. Her gaze locks onto me, a mix of concern and relief

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Why are my ears furry and up there? I stare at my reflection only to realize the marring gashes Bianca caused are now gone. I pull my skin only for those twitching ears to distract me again. I

awake,” Maribel says, her words coming out in a rush.

the shower. I just… I needed food. Why are my ears not normal?” I ask her. She glances at the servant

throat. “You haven’t shifted yet?” she asks, and I try

pointing to my ears I can feel twitching at every

go until you complete the shift completely.” she says moving slowly toward the servant who is just staring at me like I’ve grown an extra head not a set of pointy furry ears. “You must be

letting out a shriek, I stare at the new woman who quickly covers her mouth, acutely aware of the eyes of the staff following my every move. Ignoring her, I make a beeline for the fridge, yanking the door open with

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shower,” I tell her, rummaging through the fridge. She says nothing and I peer over the fridge door at her, she smiles awkwardly at me. Why is she being