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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

In the end, we have five mismatched rafts that look like nothing more than piles of driftwood. Bits of branches and wood lay over top of each other, held together with woven palm leave rope and ingenuity. Small reeds stick through, some of them bent for effect and not capable of breathing through, but there are at least five that are straight and short. Worst threat is water splashing into them, but we’ll have others to switch to if necessary. Creed’s is the largest because we have to make sure, in the fetal position, it covers his whole body. If it comes down to it, each of us should be able to hide underneath of it, no matter the angle. The patrol boats will have lights if they come up on us and it’s best not even a single foot is seen. It’s all a risk. The idea that we could die doing this doesn’t make me feel good, but it’s a decent plan.

I just hope it works.

When we finish and fill our bellies with the last of our fruit and meat, we settle in a circle and just exist for a little bit. It’s strange to feel so close to these people who were strangers only nine days ago. In those few days, they’ve grown closer to me than anyone back home. It’s such a strange thing to think about, a bond forged so quickly.

“When this is all done,” I say, looking down. “What happens then?”

No one answers. I know what they’re going to say. We all come from different places, all have homes across the world. Creed lives in Tennessee. I live in Colorado. Achilles lives wherever the wind takes him. Row lives in one of his homes in Europe. And Jiro lives in Japan. We’re so far spread out. How could we ever hope to see each other again?

It’s Creed who says, “Let’s just focus on survival. The rest will come later.”

I take it as the answer it is, that there are no plans. This is just a brief interlude in our lives, a nightmare, but nothing more. No matter if I’ve started to love them. No matter if I want to keep them with me, nothing ever works out like that.

When we get off this rock, I’ll almost be sad to see the island go, but we have no choice. We’re going to get off Prey Island, no matter the cost. Fuck the people who took us and the first chance I get, I’m going to fuck them all over just like they fucked us.

I’m not scared of any Hound, no matter how rich and powerful, and the longer I’m on this island, the more I recognize the truth in my veins.

I was meant to make them suffer.

I was born to spill their blood . . .

FORTY-ONE