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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."

Prey instructed the maids, and leaving the kitchen. As she came out from the kitchen, she saw Maya entering the office. She looked at Maya with deadly expression. Prey is a CAMELEON. She was difficult to know her true identity. Even Alex whom was her ex-lover and Adeline whom was her close friend, they didn’t know her deeply. None of them still didn’t know what she was capable of doing. Prey entered into their bedroom upstairs. She met Maya’s father sitting on the bed pressing his phone. She walked closed to him. She bent a bit and kissed him on his forehead. Maya’s father kissed her back with smiles on his face.

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

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.

"My brother would kill you for standing this close to me and if you should even put your hands on me for a fraction of a second, you'd be starting a war." "Starting a war over you might not be that much of a bad idea." Her eyes widened, then paled and she swallowed at my words. She was so expressive, this one and it makes me wonder what her family was doing. The first thing about coming from a mafia family was to be able to school your expressions and here she was, the mafia princess of one of the most formidable mafia groups as expressive as hell. It is a world of predators and prey, that one attribute will make her easy prey.

The moment one of the oldies tries to question him again, I feel a sharp pain in my head. My body feels weak. I mentally try to whisper to my body but I feel light-headed. The last thing was I felt myself falling before something holds me firm and tight. Liam's POV ___°____°___ The door opens as a figure on my blue-black pattern printed T-shirt came to view. I look at my presumed prey. My eyes roam from below, long fair legs being exposed to the pack's Five elders. Suddenly, I felt irritated when my eyes caught Elder Elon gawking at her exposed flesh still in puzzlement.

Aiden is doing something similar with his commission piece, I’m aware, filling his spare college moments with sketches and paint. I trust him, I do, but I don’t trust Cavendish. Aiden tells me he suspects Cavendish would think less of me if I did. For Cavendish, he guesses, there are two sorts of being in the world: predators and prey. The prey might be treated as livestock, cared for and guarded from other threats, but they would never be seen as equals. Prey are not a threat, or, at any rate, prey who dare to become threats are culled.

Ember The ground seemed to shake from behind me as I heard them run. They could catch me at any moment, yet they chose to give chase. It felt so intimidating, yet it was fun. My body was bare as I ran through the forest, looking for a place to hide. I was Prey, and they were natural predators. I never would have imagined this ever happening to me, and yet, something about being under the moonlight, naked, and lustful running from two of my four mates, just felt so natural. I hid behind a tree and it was quiet. They were no longer chasing me. The sounds of the forest had gone quiet again. They were close.

"After the papers are signed next week, you'll receive the first anniversary gift from the Donna." Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. The hunter had already closed the net, leaving the prey still sleeping peacefully in the gentle trap, unaware.