Page 59 of Lycan’s Hunt

Adrenaline surges through my veins, heightening every sense. I can smell the coppery tang of Bianca’s blood and hear the ragged sawing of her breath. Feel the power thrumming in my own limbs as adrenaline burns through the wolfsbane.

She comes at me again; clawed hands outstretched, a banshee shriek tearing from her throat. I block her wild swings, countering with a sharp jab to her windpipe—she chokes and gasps, staggering back.

I press forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. Striking her again and again, grunts and cries piercing the air. A satisfying crunch as my foot connects with her ribs. Her agonized wail as my fist smashes into her jaw, snapping her head back.

Bianca staggers, arms flailing, eyes unfocused. I hammer one final blow to her temple with all my strength. She crumples to the floor.

I stand over her limp form, chest heaving, knuckles throbbing, and my breath ragged. A savage thrill shivers through me at the sight of her broken face and unconscious body.

As I take a closer look at her, I begin to feel a rush of guilt and regret. This wasn’t how I wanted things to end. I didn’t want to hurt Bianca like this.

It was either her or me. She had come at me with everything she had, fueled by her rage. Shaking my head, I push those thoughts away. I hate violence but sometimes it can’t be helped.

I turn away from Bianca and make my way to the door of the shabby cabin. The wolfsbane is still coursing through my veins, making every step feel heavy and labored.

Despite the poison, I feel alive and invigorated from the adrenaline rush of the fight. My senses are heightened, and everything around me feels more vivid. There’s no time to savor my relief at my escape. Rhett’s call means he is probably sending others to help Bianca at any moment. I have to get out of here while I still can.

Heart pounding, I race for the door, desperate to escape this nightmarish prison. To get back to my family, my pack.

Back to Soren.

I burst out of the warehouse into the cool sun-filled air, gulping deep breaths to steady my racing heart. The sudden openness feels almost dizzying after the suffocating confines inside; I clutch my knees and look around to find I am on one of the piers, huge ships docked along one side, and I stare out over the water before turning my gaze to the building I just escaped. It’s only a single level, making me wonder where they moved me from as I peer over the side of the railing to see the water. I can’t stay here. I run toward the end of the pier toward land.

However, the movement ahead snaps my attention forward. A familiar figure stands frozen several yards away, halted mid-stride.

Soren. My breath catches, my pulse stuttering. Relief and worry war within me at the sight of him. Part of me wants to rush into his arms, to be back in his embrace. Another part is unsure if I can bear to see hatred or disgust darken his eyes after everything I’ve done.

We stare at each other across the distance, the silence stretching taut between us. Soren’s expression is unreadable, and his posture is rigid and tall. Is he glad to see me? I don’t know anymore.

“Aubrey…” he says finally, my name emerging somewhere between a prayer and a question. My steps falter hearing him use my real name and not my sister’s.

He takes a step toward me, hand outstretched. Longing and fear tangle in my throat. I want so badly to reach for him, yet I’m terrified of his rejection, his anger. Damian stands behind him not far away as more cars screech into the parking lot around the docks. I stagger forward, knowing I can’t run from him, not that I want to.

Soren advances another step when something urgent and almost desperate contorts his features. It sends confusion, skittering through me. Why does he look so afraid?

A thunderous crack shatters the air, at the same time I hear the door to the little cabin-looking thing I was kept in hit the wooden walls. Gunshot.

Soren lunges forward with extraordinary speed, slamming into me and knocking us both to the ground. Pebbles bite into my back as we hit hard, his body covering mine. More shots ring out, bullet strikes pinging off the pavement near our heads.

Shouts of alarm rise behind us. I glimpse Damian grappling with a blood-soaked and enraged Bianca, fighting to wrestle the gun from her grip as she snarls and struggles.

Soren curls himself tighter around me, shielding me from the firefight with his own body. His heart hammers against my chest, breaths labored against my hair.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, fierce and reassuring at once. “I won’t let them hurt you. Never again.”

I cling to him, tears threatening at the protective ferocity in his voice. At the unshakable knowledge he would die for me, even now.

Even after everything.

Maybe there’s still hope for us after all.

Bianca’s colorful language fills the air as Damian pins her. Soren hauls me to my feet as soon as Damian secures Bianca, his strong hands gripping my arms. His gaze rakes over me, searching for injuries.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just trying to—”

“Aubrey.” He cuts me off, voice strained. “Just…be quiet for a minute, okay? Please. Just let me wrap my head around having you back; we don’t need to go there right now.”

I snap my mouth shut, nodding mutely. Soren’s eyes squeeze closed for a long moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. When he opens them again, they’re bright with unshed tears and he crushes me against his chest.