Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 7

What was there to celebrate? My failures, the fact I am pack- less and homeless, that I am raising a baby on my own because the father refused to believe he got with a

seventeen–year–old because he couldn’t recognize me as his

mate.

“Shift! Please, Everly. I can’t watch you suffer in the rain, please,” my mother begs through the window, sucking in a deep breath.

“You can do this, Everly,” I whisper to myself. It isn’t how you imagined shifting, but I need to put my big girl panties on and do what’s required. I tell myself that nobody will be celebrating for you, not anymore, before stripping my saturated shirt off. I hang it over a railing along the far wall before shredding the pajama pants. I look around; it is late at night no one will see me. Even if they did, they wouldn’t pay any attention to the disgraced Alpha’s daughter.

My mother taps on the window, and I look in at my son drinking his bottle in her arms, gazing up at her nice and warm. His eyes get heavier and heavier the longer he feeds on his bottle.

“Thank you,” I whisper to her. She smiles sadly while nodding her head.

“I’m right here. You don’t have to be alone for your first shift,”

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my mother says, and I nod. Usually, when a wolf shifts for the first time, they go running with their family, they have a big celebration. Me, I was shifting to stay warm, funny how things turned out. I was transitioning out of necessity while everyone else shifted for celebration.

I have been able to feel my need to shift for months; however, being pregnant, I couldn’t change without causing harm to my unborn baby, then it did not have anyone to watch him while I did. This was my only chance, yet I dreaded seeing myself in wolf form. Alphas were supposed to be big, but I had been stripped of my title and my pack.

I hadn’t shifted on my eighteenth birthday like I should have, and all these things affected a wolf’s strength. Swallowing, down all emotion, I kneel on the ground, stretch my fingers, and stand on my toes. My neck cracks first, my face twisting and morphing. Everything stretches and moves when I feel the first snap of bone. It is agony, I knew it would hurt, but I never imagined it like this. The first shift always hurts, apparently.

“Don’t think of it, just envision your wolf,” my mother tries coaching through the glass window. It shouldn’t be like this; it wasn’t meant to be like this; Dad always promised mom and he would be there to help me through it. “Deep breath and shove everything behind it, force the shift, don’t wait for it, force it, Everly,” she says.

I suck in a deep breath, trying to envision what I would look like. Would I be a sandy color like my mother or black like my father? A scream tears out of me that immediately morphs

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howl as the shift takes over. I throw everything

as I run my tongue along them. I look at my paws and my tail, trying to

look like an omega as I peer at myself. I look up at my mother in the window, holding my son, one hand covering her mouth in shock. She is clearly shocked at my size, the size of a castaway. This

look on his face; he is disappointed. I am not much bigger than a German Shepherd, which is embarrassingly small. Most rogues

left of me? My father tugged the curtain closed like he couldn’t look at me any longer like he is disgusted, and I am too. I didn’t know it

couch so I can see my son. I watch him through the glass, wishing more than anything I could comfort him but knowing it is best this way.

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to get him to sleep and makes him a makeshift bassinet on the couch, and eventually, I fall asleep too. My head rests on the brick ledge under the window. When the sun starts to come up, I quickly shift back, putting on my drenched clothes and carefully ringing them out to try and remove some of the water. I had just pulled the sopping wet clothes on when the front

home, don’t ever come back, Everly,” he says before walking toward his car, not even glancing at me. I reach forward, grabbing the rolled–up

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was breaking – he couldn’t even acknowledge me I still loved the man. He was my father and tossing me away like garbage hurt; it hurt severely, making me realize I was nothing but garbage to everyone. The door

I dry myself off before slipping on the jeans, shirt, and hoodie she had brought out for me.

on before placing the

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him go.

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to come to get you,” my mother tells

clothes, toiletries, feminine products, girlie stuff. I also put all the cash from my safe in there,” my sister says, and I swallow. “Ava, I can’t take that,” I tell her.

I can’t go to university now anyway. Dad is making

ruined my sisters too. Now she is being forced to be Alpha. Ava wanted to go to college and study some science

my old phone is in there too, and the charger I will make sure to recharge it every

he doesn’t know won’t hurt

see us, visit us?” I ask her;

can’t, but you

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