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it is everything to provide me with momentary peace, as it shuts the storm in my head down in a way nothing else can. And then there’s Reid. I can feel him before I see him. He’s circling, shoulders hunched like a predator, hands shaped like claws. His small body vibrates with mischief, with energy too big for him to hold in. The hunt is on. He is the predator and I am his prey. I don’t move. I wait. Smile tugging at my lips.

“Wouldn’t you get in trouble with the Alpha for being here?” Rather than a response, i got more meat shoved into my plate. “That’s not for you to worry about. You are the one in trouble.” That was all it took for the moment to fade into nothing, puffing into glittering dust right before my open eyes. He was right. I was the one in trouble here. I was the victim. It was I whose entire family and pack had been massacred! The disgust bit hard into me that I tasted it in the food. My appetite became unattainable.

It took a moment to put a name to what I was feeling because it had been so long… I was giddy. Cain, AKA: SleepingBeast, a primal dom, probable serial killer, and bona-fide whacko had taken my case. I was now officially prey. The game of cat and mouse was about to begin. I wouldn’t know when, or how. But at some point soon, our paths would cross. He would make certain they did. And if he liked what he saw when he found me, that moment would spark a hunt that might last weeks, or even months. He’d warned me that he would toy with me. That thought brought a whole new rush of adrenaline, and a hum between my thighs. I was counting on it.

Don’t you want to save your sister, mother, or do you want to just let them face the pain? Nalia's breath hitched. As she lost herself to him already, his words sounded like a piercing in her heart. She was unable to deny it; her body was failing her, yielding in response to his contact in manners which frightened her even more than all. You see, I am a predator, so I am told, she stated tautly. "And I'm your prey."

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

Chapter 1 Sheila's POV I ordered three shots of tequila, flashing a faint smile at the bartender. He returned a weak smile, filling the shots and placing them in front of me. I sat close to the bar counter in a Pythagorean bar, a drink house with a weird name, expectedly stocked with crazy people - humans and werewolves alike. The werewolf world is a complex one. A world where power and control rules leaving the weaklings to suffer in turmoil.

“But you’re just like him, Hunter. You always were. You stood by and watched.” The words hit their mark. I could see it in the way his expression shuttered, the way his eyes darkened with a flash of hurt. My own pain, however, was too raw, too overwhelming to allow for any remorse. Before he could reply, before he could offer any of his usual carefully crafted words, the sound of another door creaked open, the hinges groaning in the stillness of the night. My blood went cold, the nascent warmth of the bond turning into a chilling dread. The air seemed to thicken, the scent of chlorine and jasmine replaced by something darker, something… predatory.

I wanted to survive. Instead I’m teaching the universe that becoming prey is victory. The Pre Creator manifests with something almost like admiration: “This is remarkable. Original void entity has achieved what it couldn’t accomplish through force, universal consumption through making prey desire merger. Mabel’s sacrifice was the perfect strategy. By surrendering willingly, she made void nature attractive instead of terrifying.” “She didn’t strategize this!” Alistair snarls. “She was trying to survive!” “And her survival method became a blueprint for reality-wide dissolution,” the Pre-

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

When I finished eating, he wiped the sauce off my mouth with his finger. “You become a messy eater whenever steak is involved. Do you know that?” he asked with amusement. I grinned. “Now I do.” Both of us laughed. Then I stood and leaned on the baluster to watch the army formation happening at the lawn. Iris was accompanied by the warriors and was sent to the safe house already. When we lost Suzanna, we gained another one who had the same gift as hers. It was a wolf this time and it was Iris. Just recently, we discovered about her dreams. She drew it all in her sketch pad. She dreamt about my arrival in San Antonio where a girl stood outside the church. She also drew the mark on her palm whi