Arkane Studios Prey Novels & Stories

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

“That’s not what I think should have happened. I mean, who cares who Shaun chose? What their pack does isn’t anyone’s business. I’m just saying that Vincent Dawn HAS to be behind this. I’m just confused because now he’s put his whole pack and his allies in danger.” The door creaked open and Allie-Jean walked out. She was dressed now and there was still sleep in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked. Peter and I looked at each other uneasily, but just for a moment. I knew I was going to have to tell her as soon as possible or her brother would show up and tell her himself. I had to prepare her and the rest of our pack NOW. War was now declared. So I told her.

Wolves. Her brow furrowed. Wolves? That was nonsense. Wolves were stories told by firelight to frighten children into obedience. She’d grown up hearing her uncle scoff at such tales, branding them as foolish superstitions. The forests were dangerous enough with bandits and hunger; no one needed to invent beasts. And yet, the servants’ voices trembled in a way that didn’t feel like make-believe. Mara leaned in closer to the group. “They say it was the Lupari. That they’re moving again. And if they’re bold enough to strike this close—”

A familiar, unwelcome presence that sent a jolt of icy dread through me. Ryder. He swaggered into the classroom with his usual infuriating confidence, every inch of him radiating an arrogant possessiveness that made my stomach churn. He moved with a predatory grace, owning the space as if it were his personal domain. He was beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way, a captivating darkness that had always held a strange, unsettling allure. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine for just a heartbeat – a fleeting connection that burned with something unfamiliar, something bordering on a raw, possessive heat that made breathing feel like an optional activity.

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

I frown at the thought, my cock hardening again. "Arabella?" "A second." She’s almost voiceless, but I hear her and I swallow several times as I continue to stare at her, my cock growing harder by the second. Before I can, however, fist it in my hand the second time, she shuffles and the camera is back to her face. Her post-orgasm face doesn’t do less damage than seeing her soaked pussy. Her cheeks are bright red—I can clearly make out the color this time—and her eyes are wide, the brown sparkling.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means whether by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner. DEDICATION To the Salami-Aruna Family. To Victor Olarenwaju Olorunjuwon. DISCLAIMER All names and characters in this book are fictitious. They have no existence outside this book. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS All thanks to the Almighty God for his constant love! ABOUT THE AUTHOR Esther Imoseme Aruna is an upcoming writer. She has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, The Wrong Dark house, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Rememb