Warrior Cat Prey Novels & Stories

Wolves answered instantly, howls rippling through the night like echoes of war. The scent hit me before I even reached the outer fence, blood and silver, sharp and wrong. My hackles rose. Then I heard it. The sound of claws tearing into flesh. Move! I ordered through the link. We burst through the trees together, a storm of fur and rage. There, one of my men, down, his throat bleeding. And standing over him, something large, feline, striped with black and silver. A were-cat. A janguar. No. Not just one. Two.

Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss. Taking care to make my steps completely silent, I stepped behind a dumpster that smelled like a mix of rotten fish and other seafood. Why a vamp with a high sense of smell would want to be anywhere near this thing is anyone’s guess. As I rounded around the dumpster I began to hear soft moaning noises and I hoped I wasn’t about to witness anyone in a compromising position. The alley was only barely visible by the two red security lights and I was having trouble making out what was what. The ground was still wet from rain and it helped reflect some of the red light around. I passed a stack of wooden crates and