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Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

“I didn’t know,” Row growls. “I didn’t get a tracker, clearly. Fitzpatrick is already a Hound. He’s been in four hunts. Maybe new initiates don’t get told about it?”

“I believe you,” I tell him, glaring at Creed to make sure he leaves Row alone. “What that means is they’ve known where we are the entire time.”

“And that they’ll know it when we get on Predator Point if four dots suddenly appear,” Creed grunts.

I start moving my hand around my body, this strange panic overcoming me. “Where the fuck is it? How are they tracking us?”

“Calm down, Billie,” Creed says. “We go back and tell the others and we’ll search each other to figure it out. Don’t panic.”

“This whole time, they’ve just known where we were. They cheated.”

“Did you expect them to play fair?” Row asks, scowling.

“Get dressed,” Creed tells me, tossing me my shirt. “We need to go tell the others. This causes a problem for our plans.”

Those fucking bastards. For good measure, I kick Fitzpatrick in the dick before jerking my knife out of his skull. The crunching sound is satisfying before I wipe it off on his expensive shirt and follow after Creed and Row.

No one tracks me and gets away with it.

No one.

FORTY

We make short work of the distance back to the others. It’s been hours since we left but we try to hustle, the tracker box tucked safely away in Creed’s pocket. I completely forget I’m covered in blood until we reach base camp again and Jiro and Achilles see me.

Jiro’s face hardens immediately. “Are you hurt?”

I look down at my body in surprise, remembering we hadn’t taken the time for me to clean up after we found the tracker box. “It’s not my blood,” I tell him.

His brows shoot up in surprise, but not as much surprise as when I reach into Creed’s pocket and jerk out the tracker box. “We have a new problem.”

Jiro’s eyes go to it in confusion, clearly not understanding. It’s Achilles who steps forward and asks, “Is that what I think it is?”

“They’re tracking us,” I spit. “Somehow.” I turn the screen on and show them. Sure enough, where we’re standing, there are four dots. The only one not being tracked is Row. They wouldn’t track their own people, I guess.

“Fuck!” Achilles growls. “They must have put something on us when we were knocked out. Everyone strip. Now.”