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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

My eyes trail around the group of Hounds and settle on one man in particular that’s looking at the one speaking in disgust. Clearly, he doesn’t like this one, but he’s on their team. He’s not even holding his gun up, as if he doesn’t plan on shooting us. Still, he’s very clearly marked like a Hound and sporting just as many weapons as the other three which makes him a threat.

“Pretty thing like you makes for an interesting show,” another man says. This one is clearly American, A New Yorker. “Maybe you should dance for us.”

“I’d rather go to Hell,” I spit. For good measure, I pump my hand in a ‘jerk off’ motion. It makes everyone shift their weapons at the movement but it’s worth it. Forget what I said. My mouth is always going to be the thing that gets me in trouble. No use trying to change that about myself while looking down the barrel of a gun. Stay true to yourself and all that.

The first predator to speak looks over at the man lingering back watching everything in annoyance. Out of the four of them, the one with his gun lowered is the only one not undressing me with his eyes. He doesn’t even seem like he wants to be here. Why the fuck is he here then?

“Raise your gun, Hawthorne,” the first man commands of the hesitant one. “What do you think this is? A picnic?”

The man, Hawthorne, raises his gun only slightly, but he doesn’t point it at us. A weakness. A weakness I’m uniquely suited to target. I meet Hawthorne’s eyes and put on my best damsel in distress look, begging with my eyes, looking afraid. Achilles glances at me out of the corner of his eyes but doesn’t say anything, letting me do whatever it is I’m doing. While I may be weak when it comes to survival, I have a unique strength when it comes to shit like this. Let a man think he can save you, and he'll become a hero. Maybe. Hopefully. The man shifts uncomfortably when I mouth carefully, “help me” and pretend to tremble.

“If you were smart, you’d turn around and leave us alone,” Creed warns, and Hawthorne’s eyes snap to him, the unease disappearing at the threat Creed represents.