By Andrew Fukuda
""Action-packed, heart-pounding, page-flipping motion. i am completely in love with this riveting, exciting learn. -YA Reads"
Don't pass over the electrifying moment booklet within the must-read trilogy of the year!
With demise just a heartbeat away, Gene and the rest people needs to give you the option to outlive lengthy adequate to flee the hungry predators chasing them in the course of the evening. yet they are not the one issues following Gene. he is haunted through Ashley June who he left in the back of, and his burgeoning emotions for Sissy, the human woman at his side.
Their get away takes them to a safe haven of people residing excessive within the mountains. Gene and his buddies imagine they're eventually secure, yet now not every thing this is because it turns out. And sooner than lengthy, Gene needs to ask himself if the recent global they have entered is simply as evil because the one they left in the back of. As their enemies shut in on them and push Gene and Sissy nearer, something turns into painfully transparent: all they've got is one another in the event that they can remain alive.
Chilling, artistic, and electrifying, "The Prey "is the second one e-book in Andrew Fukuda's "The Hunt "series."
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Hours of anaerobic exertion have burnished away their physique fats. Their rib cages poke via their gaunt chests, and membranous epidermis flaps on their bony frames like bleached outfits striking on a laundry line. The 3rd hunter is nowhere to be obvious. Sissy doesn’t stream. They’re twenty seconds away, and she’s biding her time, looking for the easiest perspective to fling daggers. yet she doesn’t comprehend them the way in which I do. i do know their strategies. “Sissy,” I say, operating to her. “Take them out now. ” “No,” she whispers. “Too a ways. ” “They’re going to separate quickly. One left, one correct, they’ll come at us from contrary ends. To disorient you. To blindside you. You’ll be aiming for one whereas the opposite is jumping in your again. Now, Sissy! ” She believes me. In a blur, she flings out the dagger, east of the incoming hunters. As they proceed sprinting, their heads flip to monitor the rotating, blinking blade. They keep on with its sluggish, languorous arc over the river then again towards them. And within the final second, because it curls round at them, they jump over the flying dagger. They flip again to stand us back, a successful yowl screeching out of them. They recognize. They’ve been instructed approximately Sissy’s daggers. yet there’s anything they don’t recognize. That’s now not the single dagger within the air. whereas their eyes had the 1st dagger’s trajectory, she’d flung out the second one. one of many hunters is viciously flung to the part, as by way of an invisible leash fast pulled taut. the second one dagger has impaled its neck: the hunter’s melted, tacky epidermis deals little resistance, and the blade penetrates until eventually virtually the complete hilt is embedded. The hunter lies on its again, arms and legs scrabbling the air like an upside-down turtle. It struggles to wake up, can’t. The blade has punctured its windpipe. the opposite hunter screams into the air. now not with worry. no longer with sorrow over its downed compatriot. yet with glee. it is going to now have a bigger percentage of the hepers. It comes at Sissy with a manic salivary giddiness. Sissy reaches all the way down to her belt. merely 3 daggers left. She flings the 1st to her correct. All eyes—including the hunter’s—swivel to stick to it. yet she’s faked us out. The blade continues to be in her hand. after which it's not. She’s flung it in a boomerang arc, within the different course of her faux throw. yet she’s now not pausing to observe her handiwork. She’s flinging the opposite dagger directly forward correct among the eyes of the hunter. daggers now, either slashing throughout the evening air towards the hunter whose head is grew to become away, nonetheless attempting to find the arc of the dagger by no means thrown. It doesn’t have a clue. It’s going to be a double direct hit. yet this time, there’s whatever we don’t understand. The hunter understands. It’s constantly identified the 1st throw was once feigned. within the final moment, it drops its physique to the floor, skidding on its facet. the 2 blades conflict jointly, correct above its head. There’s an explosion of sparks. The hunter squeals from the flash of sunshine. yet that’s the one soreness it feels. or even now it's status up, eyes solving on us. It brings up its wrist, rakes it with lengthy, deep gashes.