Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 218

We have leads to follow, trucks to locate, bodies to retrieve. Bianca sniffles as the screen goes blank and passes me the phone through the bars, careful not to touch them.

“There, you have him. Now let my parents go.” she whimpers.

“Not yet,” I nod to Damian who steps forward pressing the buttons on the screen panel, turning off the volts of electricity to the bars. The door swings open and Bianca tries rushing out, but I catch her around the waist, tossing her back inside. She lands in a heap on the floor.

“Eastern checkpoint?” I ask her.

“He means the ports on the east of King Alaric’s kingdom, near the beaches.” The next second her father is tossed into the cell with her and her mother shrieks dashing for the door. Damian is faster grabbing her hair and dragging her back.

Looking at Damian, he drags her thrashing body and tosses her in, slamming the door shut. “What now?” he asks.

“Command them not to use the mindlinks, I need to go check Aubrey.”

“Aubrey is alive?” Bianca asks and I pause.

“Of course she is, she is my fiance!” I snap at her.

“Look into the trucking company Alaric uses, and locate that fucking truck he is on.” Damian nods, punching in the code to electrify the barred door of the cell. Turning on my heel I head

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the basement to check on Aubrey and to tell her I may need to leave when we

-Aubrey-

me stir, my limbs feel heavy, sedated almost at the sound of his calling, and I roll over wondering

back to sleep,” Soren murmurs as I roll into him. Yawning, I rub my eyes to see it is still dark, so I can’t have been

he grumbles, tugging the blankets higher. Soren tries to tug me to him, draping his arm across my waist, his skin is extra toasty and he smells

yawns and his calling wraps back

me.

not even tired,” I try to tell him, wanting to get up

have to be up early,” he grumbles and I huff annoyed. If he would stop knocking me out with his calling so much

groans when I toss the blanket back,

out.

hiss at him and he drops

can’t

a babysitter,” I mutter as I walk to the bathroom

to hear him speak as I reach the door.