Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 224

“Go.” The word barely leaves my lips before chaos erupts. My men burst from the undergrowth, their movements swift and deadly. The guards barely have time to react before they’re taken down one by one. Cars swerve and crash, bodies tumble onto the dirt, and shouts rise above the gunfire. But we’ve been doing this a long time, and we were ready. Clyde shouts orders, but it’s too late. Damian tackles one of the guards, his claws ripping through the man’s chest.

Clyde’s grimy face peeks through one of dust–choked windows as he tries to escape in one of the trucks which is quickly stopped by Damian before he is hauled back out, surprise etched on his features before it is hidden behind a mask of fury as he struggles against Damian who tosses him to the ground as if he weighs nothing. I focus on Rhett, who tries to make a run for it. With a growl, I chase after him.

Rhett’s boots crunch on the sandy ground as he sprints, desperation etched in every twitch of his muscles. My snarl rips through the air and with a swift leap, I tackle Rhett, our bodies colliding with bone–jarring force.

Rhett grunts, struggling beneath my weight. He lashes out with a wild swing, but I dodge it effortlessly, retaliating with a relentless onslaught of blows, each strike causes his head to bounce off the hard ground. My knuckles connect with Rhett’s ribs and the next blow to his ribs is with my claws, the sharpness of them sliding against bone and tissue. His shriek of agony turns to gasping when I feel his lung collapse, and I quickly remove them not wanting to kill him yet.

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choke, but to keep him still. His eyes are wide and frightened, a wild animal caught in a trap. He flails, tries to pry my fingers off, but my grip is

my men have it

enough. I can see recognition in his gaze the understanding of his predicament and the realization that he’s been beaten. With agonizing slowness, Rhett raises his hands in a symbolic act of surrender. His breath comes out in erratic gasps as he fights the swelling

the last of the guards. Clyde snarls something about betrayal, but it’s drowned out by the sound of my men securing the area. Within minutes, it’s over.

mindlink to the castle.

“Understood, my King.”

of the man he

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