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After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found

A predator and prey. I need to think as though I am a true predator and I shall become one. My bare heels slide upon the ground pushing me forward as I am hunched low eyes set on my target. The weakest link of the group the one that keeps wandering far. Gripping the knives tightly my knuckles prominent with the pressure I add I take a low quiet breath through my nose. Phobos follows my movements with him crawling as well upon the muddy floor yet he has somehow taken the lead without me knowing. He truly is a ghost.

A new cage doesn't change the prey. He was right. The cage didn't change the prey. But the monster had made a fatal, quantitative error in his calculations. He thought he was hunting an isolated, vulnerable girl in a university basement. He didn't realize that by stepping into her line of sight, he had just entered the hunting grounds of a man who owned the entire grid—and I was about to show him exactly what happened to predators who tried to touch what belonged to me.

"If that's the case, shouldn't it be Makal himself standing here instead of sending his minions after me. Take my words back to the bastard, I know everything up his sleeves and if he wants to keep his life and that of his pack, he should fucking stay away from mine." The was an indistinct deliberation among the other party and then I heard a new voice. "He isn't going to take this sitting down, you know. Just hand us the human girl and we'll pretend this didn't happen." The human girl? Holy shit I'm dead! I felt faint and I slid down until I was seating on my haunches. My hands covered my mouth as I tried to accept that I'll always be a prey in this new world. A prey- just for being human.

My body followed, my massive paws slamming against the forest floor as I lunged. Everything sharpened around me, the syrupy scent of him, the sound of his breath, the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was Prey. That was what he became in that moment, not Caelum, not the boy who watched me. Not the one who tried to understand me but prey. He moved just in time. My claws tore through the air where he had been, slicing bark from a tree instead. He turned sharply, his blade already in his hand. “Nyra!” he shouted.