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• Nightmares of a Predator   THREE

  Seth POVOf all the coffee shops in this town, the Stitch’s Brew was one I had walked by many times, but never visited. Though I appreciated the dark implication of the name, one peek through the front window revealed that the inside was terribly disappointing. The regulars here all fell into one of two categories - either they were lonely old women or vapid young hipsters who thought it was cool to dress and act like the former. So you can guess my surprise when I felt drawn to it’s doors on my way home from an inter-pack meeting this afternoon.Even more surprising still was how my wolf was fixated on this silly, bumbling girl. I could not, for the life of me, imagine why. Still, having nothing better to do, I went along for the ride. He had lead me here today after all and I rarely denied him. Plus, we weren’t strangers to letting off steam from the responsibilities of being alpha by prowling for human playthings. It had been far too long sin

• Nightmares of a Predator   TWO

  Aria POV There had to be a rational explanation for this. Right? He’s probably come through here before. Maybe I noticed him without really knowing. I mean, he IS gorgeous... that seems like reason enough for him to be crawling around in my subconscious. I’m sure that was it. And his eyes changing color? Well, this is a coffee shop... not the best lighting. Just a trick of the shadows. Mystery solved. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least one thing about my nightmares finally made sense. What I couldn’t wrap my mind around was the way he was looking at me. At school and here at the Stitch’s Brew I wasn’t the type to attract a lot of attention. I’m the kind of girl who is pretty enough to escape being bullied, but also plain and quiet enough to fly under the radar of any male attention, good or bad. It was an unusual feeling to be gawked at. Especially by someone who looked the way he did - utterly perfect in every way. Cold and distant, s

• Nightmares of a Predator   ONE

  Aria POV What. The F***. Was. THAT?! That was the only thought pulsing through my mind as my eyes shot open and I gasped, choking for air. Those dark eyes clouded my vision even as I fought to wake up. The mist of nightmares, not quite willing to let go of me yet, teased me with blurred images of that man all around me - staring. I shut my eyes tight against him, but of course he only became more clear in my mind’s eye. My body was leaden against the mattress, my heart racing, my limbs paralyzed with sleep, but I knew better than to try moving so soon. I was used to this. I lay there, breathing deep to slow my racing heart. As my vision cleared, I willed my gaze to focus on the concrete objects around me. The closet. My favorite hoodie draped over a chair, probably still damp from yesterday’s rain. The curtains dancing lazily in the breeze, glowing from the faint streetlight below. I’m safe. It was just a dream. I’m all alone here.

• Nightmares of a Predator   Prologue

  For what seems like the millionth time, I’m running through these woods when suddenly I freeze. My fingernails are caked in blood and dirt, my heart racing and my feet unable to move beneath me. It’s always the same. In front of me, beyond the black waters of the lake I can hear the wolves. I’ve never seen them, but every night their howls get louder, more menacing. Behind me, the footsteps get closer as I struggle, willing my body to move. They move quickly - these women who chase me night after night, whose long bony fingers claw at me from the shadows of the trees, whose cackles will soon fill the air as once again I am unable to escape. It’s time. A leathery hand reaches out, grabbing my hair and jolting my leaden legs into action, but it’s too late. I’m on my knees. I know what I have to do and I know it will be futile in the end. I wrench my neck up, so my eyes lock with my captor’s as I bare my