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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

Just as the shark opens its mouth, Row snaps out his fist and thumps it on the nose, scaring it away briefly. It shoots back into the darkness, disappearing and leaving me wondering just how many sharks are around us. I can only see those lit up by the beam but no doubt there are more circling in the darkness.

Despite Row’s offense, more and more sharks come up toward him, curious at the scent of blood despite his fist on the noses of those who get too close. I can tell he’s starting to panic, that he’s going to run out of what little air he’s able to get through the reed if he doesn’t stop. The guards still linger like actual idiots, being too thorough. Fuck, we thought they’d move on quicker than this.

My body tenses.

The small sharks around us suddenly scatter and disappear into the darkness despite none of us doing anything. The beam still dances over the water, studying each piece of driftwood, passing time. The patrol boat sits silent, the guards on top talking back and forth in a language I don’t understand. As the light moves around us, I catch sight of the shadow just out of view, too much in the darkness to make out clearly. But I can see the size. It’s larger than any of the others, and suddenly, it makes sense why the smaller sharks disappeared.

Pure panic runs through my veins. My blood turns to ice. My entire body begins to shake.

Go away! Go away! Go away!

FORTY-FOUR

I track the shadow through the water, watching as it circles our group and the boat still hovering too close. All the while, the spotlight moves around us, highlighting it at small intervals as the larger shark draws closer, pulled in by the scent of blood. The small sharks stay in the distance, desperate to keep away from the larger predator. When the light dances off its side and I get a better look at it, I start to breathe a little faster, my lungs screaming at me.

Grey and white. It’s sides are grey cut by white.

I know what that means. The bisecting line down its side separating the two colors are from a nightmare. Some part of me knows it’s just an animal and we stepped into its turf, but another part, the child in me, is reliving the nightmares I had as a child after watching Jaws.

I was always scared the great white was going to get me. And here he is, stalking us like Prey.

The shark moves around, giving me a good idea of its size as it lazily circles us, curious, hungry. He’s gotta be at least twelve feet, maybe more. Not the largest Great White, but sizable enough to kill and cause damage.

Fuck.