Page 82 of Pretty Little Prey
“Wait,” Sly sniffed the air, but Kobe beat him to the punch.
The werewolf’s eyes went black as he grated, “She was taken. By a wolf.”
Bastille scented the last trace of her in the room, smelling her fear. “A dead fucking wolf.”
One second, Luna washed her hands at the sink. The next, a large, calloused hand fastened around her mouth, muffling her shocked scream.
In the bathroom mirror, she met the gaze of Rohan. Six years later, and he was still sinisterly handsome. A real Ted Bundy; sick and horrific. She wanted to curse at her younger self for falling for his act.Should have been smarter. Should not have trusted him. Anyone.
Rohan was nothing but a killer.
“Pretty little prey,” he whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing her flesh and making her shiver with hatred and—she hated to admit it—fear. “I told you I would find you again.”
After all of her running, all of her hard work, after everything, Luna’s hard shell broke in half. Her sass fell to the floor. Rohan finally had her, and he would kill her. His promises to filet her—to rip her limb from limb—still rang in her ears.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks.Still so weak. Still just a prey.
This was it. She was going to die.
“I have plans for you,” Rohan sneered before shoving a needle into her neck and injecting her with the contents.
Her vision went black.
Ahard slap against her face woke her.
She tasted blood as she blinked her drowsy eyes open.Rohan.
He got her.
Assess the situation. Rope chafed her stomach, holding her still. She was tied to a tree trunk in the middle of the woods. A pack of predator werewolves stood around her; at least twelve of them. Large, tall males.
There’s no way I can outrun them this time.No escape. Only death.
But I don’t want to die.
She wanted more breakfasts at diners and homemade grilled cheese sandwiches and laughter. She wanted to break more locks and hot-wire more motorcycles to see Bastille blink in amazement and wonder at her. She wanted fun and a normal life.
“You did a good job at hiding, little prey,” Rohan taunted her. “But the second the king of the Light Ones sent out that description, you should’ve hightailed your ass to a different state.”
I tried, she thought bitterly. The four predator men had been her downfall, just like she thought. When would they notice she was no longer at the diner? After Rohan played with her entrails?
Deep sigh.“If you’re going to kill me, hurry up and get it over with,” she said.
Rohan’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Has little Luna grown a backbone?”
The sixteen-year-old girl he had known had only cared about boys and flavored lip-gloss. She had been meek and shy. When Rohan first showed interest in her, she thought she would finally know romantic love. No one had ever been so wrong about anything, ever.
He added, “I’m going to enjoy ripping that spine right out of you.”
“Then, do it and stop fuckingtalkingabout it.” She was done with the fear. It had surfaced when she first saw him, but she would not let him see any more of her tears. Six years changed her.
I’m stronger now. I’ve had to be.
No more running.
“We have a bit of a decision to make,” Rohan said, sinking onto the ground before her and crossing his legs. His alluring predator scent leaked into her nose, and she tried to hold her breath. “My pack can kill you and triumph in eliminating the world of your weak fucking race. Or we can be paid an ungodly amount of money to sell you to a farm.”
A farm. Luna remembered Bastille or Nikolai mentioning it. Something about keeping shifters in their animal state and an obedience serum.No, thank you.
