The Prey (The Hunt Trilogy)
""Action-packed, heart-pounding, page-flipping action. I'm thoroughly in love with this riveting, thrilling read. -YA Reads"
Don't miss the electrifying second book in the must-read trilogy of the year!
With death only a heartbeat away, Gene and the remaining humans must find a way to survive long enough to escape the hungry predators chasing them through the night. But they're not the only things following Gene. He's haunted by Ashley June who he left behind, and his burgeoning feelings for Sissy, the human girl at his side.
Their escape takes them to a refuge of humans living high in the mountains. Gene and his friends think they're finally safe, but not everything here is as it seems. And before long, Gene must ask himself if the new world they've entered is just as evil as the one they left behind. As their enemies close in on them and push Gene and Sissy closer, one thing becomes painfully clear: all they have is each other if they can stay alive.
Chilling, inventive, and electrifying, "The Prey "is the second book in Andrew Fukuda's "The Hunt "series."
woods and into this cabin. Footsteps in the hallway. The sound startles me; as I spin around, my fingers scrape across the splintery windowsill. A stab of pain and I flinch my hand away. Warm beads of blood prick out of my finger. It’s Epap. He peers drowsily into the room, moonlight hitting him flush in the face. I’m hidden in the shadows; he doesn’t see me. His face folds in puzzlement. He’s about to turn away when he sees something outside the window. The whole structure of his face
reaches over and good-naturedly pinches Ben’s cheek. “How many days have we been here?” I ask. “Three days or three months? Look at the weight you guys have put on!” Ben tilts his head back and smiles. “Can’t blame us,” he says, laughing. “The food here is ridiculous.” Ours is not the only table on the stage. Another table—this one sturdy and with legs so regal and thick, they seem grown out of the stage itself—sits at the front edge. On top of a heavily starched tablecloth, silver cutlery
And years, decades passed, without a word from them. Frankly, we thought they were all dead. “And then, a few years ago, Elder Joseph came back. Like a phantom made flesh and blood again. Walked right out of those woods, through the gates, and into the Mission. A miracle dropped from the skies. Or a curse. Because he was a broken man, eyes wild, given to fanciful notions. He insisted on staying here at the outpost, on continuing his research in the laboratory. He declined every offer to be
I brush her damp hair back from her temple. Before this moment, I didn’t know fury and tenderness could coexist in the same heartbeat. The boys arrive only minutes later, their feet pounding up the steps and along the hallway. They burst through the door, their faces pale, their hair windswept and damp. “How is she?” Jacob says. They gather around the sofa, stroking her hair, not quite knowing what to do. David gasps when he sees her branded skin. Ben starts to cry. “Get a damp towel from the
All I can do is turn the plane over in my hands, touch the cool metal plates. “It’s your very purpose in life, Gene. That is what your father told me. Your whole life has come down to this: going east with the Origin. Nothing else matters. It’s what you were born to do. Your mission.” Voices shout from outside. Closer to us, perhaps almost at the fortress wall. She speaks at a hurried clip. “We need to leave tonight. But not now. Not with the elders right on top of us. Besides, I need to go