Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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.

shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose, hating how they slide. I probably need a new prescription, but I haven't had

a neon sign saying she doesn't belong

has bad eyesight. It's like a

I don't

in her direction, watching her squeal and jump back. "I would if I could, and you know it. Aren't you supposed

of telling him to fuck off won't hurt. Maybe it'll teach your parents that you're an adult and they

Hah.

That won't ever happen.

adult, I'd still have to do what he says. The only person

cultural thing," I mutter, and she drops

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

first person to notice the control my family has

person to

words that I still

Who

once. Before I came of age and they realized I had no

memories. Sweet memories. Memories that I bring out at night 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 shoulders and tell me I could reach the stars. Memories of

Good times.

Gone times.

I hadn't shared that affection with them once. Maybe it would hurt a 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 skies. If Dad hadn't thrown me into the woods with no clothes, no food, and no shelter, telling

me what I wanted

My wolf.

He's still mad about

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a little production in the parking lot after closing. Lisa never leaves until I'm safely on the road, half in worry that my

to her months ago that she could have the same things happen, she grabbed

I love her.

only friend, my ride-or-die girl, I have yet to admit that I'm a shifter. I haven't explained to her that I'm from the local

I'm neglected and abused from a normal human family, and I have to convince her not to call the cops at least twice a week. Especially

able to

pack has different laws. No part of the government would interfere in

my family and pack is to find my fated mate in another. I dream about

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

a new pack is just like my

usual for the beginning of spring, but the crisp scent of rain is carried on

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

it countless times in my life, but

seem to close in on me, casting long shadows across the road. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I navigate

dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds,