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Leaning casually against the stone archway like he never left. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asks. “I could,” I admit. “But I didn’t want to.” He studies me, then gestures down the corridor. “Come with me.” I follow without question. The halls of Predator Pack are nothing like Ridge or Moonstone. The walls are carved stone but etched with moving glyphs, runes that shimmer faintly with silver-blue light as we pass. The air buzzes alive with something old and watchful. “You feel it,” Elias says, watching my gaze.

Not because I was afraid. But because I was sharpening. Because I had made a decision. He would not get my love. He would not get my surrender. But he would get something else. He would get exactly what he deserved. And when that day came—when his guard slipped, when the pattern broke, when the rhythm cracked—I would be ready. He would never see it coming. Because predators, for all their cunning, always forget one thing: Caged things don’t stay caged forever. They learn.

I waited, patiently like I had all afternoon to spare until those lovely glassy eyes swept back to snag mine, "Hold it, boldly don't look away." Her fingers shook uncontrollably next to her milkshake. Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lips. "When that punk looks your way tonight you're going to feel exactly how you're feeling right now. Like a prey. A fawn spotted by a fox. Every instinct will tell you to look away. Your wolf will purr and cower." I squinted my gaze and made my voice drop, "You won't. You'll look him dead in the eyes, like you could devour him alive. You're the predator, not him. Not any man."

"I actually don't mind if they gossip about me. I'm not carrying my name, after all. What is more important to me is my comfort. If they want to talk about me, then so be it. At least I am sleeping peacefully at night." He walked closer, right in front me, then he crouched and put his hands on both sides of the sofa. I froze and lifted my chin to meet his brooding eyes. With our position, he looks like a dominant predator caging his prey. Predators are meant to be visioned by their preys as scary beings, and that preys would feel nothing but fear for them. I admit I feel a little fear for this predator, but I feel something else, something more dominant. I was nervous and uneasy, but this is

It must have fallen off whilst he had been trying to push them away from the pathway of predators. He picked up the book, about to open it, his curiosity now picked to the higher levels when he heard Rich’s voice from behind him. "What are you doing Dedari? Done feeding?" Rich questioned, stepping closer beside him, his eyes thinning when he saw the small book on Dedari’s hand. "What’s that?" He queried, his eyes peering closer to get a better look at the book which was about the size of a thin pocket Bible. "I’m not sure. I haven’t opened it yet. But I and Jacob had seen it with the vampires when we had been fighting them." Dedari replied, staring at the book which he turned over in his han

“If that’s how you want to perceive it, yes. I’m the predator, you’re…prey I suppose.” “You eat people?” his expression changed to one of disgust. “No.” I clenched my fists. “Wolves don’t eat people.” “Then how am I prey?” “Because you’re weak.” I pulled the book back to me and scanned the pages but didn’t take in any of the words. He was silent for a long moment. “I don’t think I’m weak.” “You wouldn’t.” I met his eyes. “Because you’ve never felt true strength, had excellent vision or hearing. You’ve never tasted the air or detected something by its scent.”

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

But my gaze was drawn to the boy in the middle; I squinted because he looked familiar, but I couldn't place from where. He was dark, that was clear. The cafeteria fell silent; everyone couldn't take their eyes off those three strange guys. They reached the empty table, the one Karina had mentioned, and sat down. There was a blond guy and another redhead. The one who seemed like the leader had black hair; his face was so clean and... refined that I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated and intrigued. "Who are they?" Alessa whispered. "They must be new," Karina replied. "I think I heard the principal talking about it this morning."

The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it. She freezes. Slowly turns back. Her eyes study me now. Assessing. Understanding. She knows what that word means. She knows I don’t want her to leave. She knows she has power now. Predators recognize leverage. Predators exploit leverage. And she is absolutely a predator. “Why?” she asks. One word. One question. One answer I don’t have. Because I don’t know why. I don’t know why my wolf refuses to let her disappear.