Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Ava Grey, Pack Defect

Author Note: The first two chapters have had a complete overhaul, for a better reading experience. Please enjoy. [May 28, 2024]

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What are you supposed to do when your pack—your family—has decided you're worthless?

Get a job.

Save money.

Dream of getting the hell out of there.

It's a futile thing to hope for, but it's the only thing I have that keeps me going.

Until then? I'm just me. Ava Grey. Wolfless. Weak. The shame of the Grey family.

Which is why I'm spending another Friday night working at Beaniverse, a popular coffeeshop in the middle of White Peak, a solid hour's drive away from pack land. No shifters, no drama, no bullying; the only people I run into all day are humans with a caffeine addiction. Or social media addictions. People love to use our lobby as a backdrop for their latest reel.

"Come out with me tonight."

Lisa pops her head into my field of view as I wipe down the espresso machine.

I have no major attachments to my job outside of my pay, but it is my favorite place to be because of her. Lisa is my best friend—okay, my only friend—and she makes me dream of something more than the Blackwood Pack and my uncertain future in it.

"Can't. Dad wants me home as soon as I can."

The grimace that twists her face gives me a warm little tingle in my chest. At least someone gets me.

Even if she's a human and has no idea that I come from a family of wolves.

Dad—our pack beta and an expert at curt text messages demanding my presence home—only allowed me to get a job because he was tired of seeing me at home, I'm pretty sure.

And because every single cent of my paychecks that didn't go to gas went to the thousand dollars I'd borrowed for my beat-up old clunker Taurus in the parking lot. It's my baby, and I love it, but I'm one weird splutter away from wrecking on the highway.

Still—the little freedom it allows me is worth it.

Anything is better than being home.

"You should just move out. We can get an apartment together and party all night." Lisa says this just about every day we work together, and it never grows old. I want that life, too. I don't even need the partying. I just want to get away from my pack.

But wolf shifters don't just let go of their own. Even wolfless defects like me.

prescription, but I haven't had the time—or extra money—to pour into that.

neon sign saying she doesn't

eyesight. It's like a gift from our

I don't

if I could, and you know it. Aren't you supposed to be restocking our cups? Our dinner rush

still think one night of telling him to fuck off won't hurt. Maybe it'll teach your parents that you're an adult

Hah.

That won't ever happen.

acknowledged me as an independent adult, I'd still have to do what he says. The only

thing," I mutter, and she drops

She always does. She's been showing me apartments for rent, coming up with mock budgets,

to notice the

first person

that I still can't admit

Who the

loved me once. Before I came of age and they realized I

during my lowest times. Memories of Mom when she used to smile and laugh and rock me when I cried. Memories of Dad when he would throw me onto his

Good times.

Gone times.

little less if it hadn't simply… disappeared. If Mom's blue eyes hadn't gone from warm like a lake in summer to frigid winter

what I wanted most,

My wolf.

He's

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road, half in worry that my car will break down (and honestly, I have the same fears), and the

the same things happen, she grabbed my hand

I love her.

yet to

normal human family, and I have to convince her not to call the cops at least twice a week. Especially when I

able

of

fated mate in

hurts to even think about the possibility, because there's always the chance

new pack is just

spring, but the crisp scent of rain is carried

strip to the quiet neighborhoods of White Peak, occasionally lit by a street lamp every block or so. Eventually, those buildings give way to an unlit

I've driven it countless times in my

My grip tightens on the steering wheel

silence in my car is palpable, almost suffocating. My eyes dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half expecting to see glowing eyes or shadows

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