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-”

Her gaze locks onto me, a mix of concern and relief washing over her face but I am more fascinated with

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only to wince when

ares

furry and up there? I stare at my reflection only to realize the marring gashes

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

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

her throat. “You haven’t shifted yet?” she asks, and I try to think back to what

think so, but I have these?” I ask her, pointing

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 starving,

follow her, when another servant comes in 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 more force than necessary. The handle creaks ominously when I hear

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her, rummaging through the fridge. She says nothing and I peer over the fridge door at her,