Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Ava: Invitation

The eyes stalk me from the shadows, unblinking. Unwavering.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My hands tremble as I turn the key again. The engine sputters, coughs. Please. Please start. I can't die here. Not like this.

Another turn. A whine. A sputter.

The wolf steps out from the tree line, massive and menacing. Its fur blends with the night, a specter of death and torment.

I can't make out any distinguishing features in the darkness. No way to know which of my abusers has come for me tonight.

The engine roars to life. Thank God.

I slam my foot on the accelerator, tires screeching against pavement as I peel off down the road. My heart hammers against my ribs, blood rushing in my ears.

In the rearview mirror, I can see the wolf chasing me. Keeping pace with my car as I navigate the winding roads.

He howls, a promise of pain.

It's all a familiar, sick game. I hate it. I never know when it's coming; when someone's bored enough to begin.

It never ends well though. Not for me.

The streets of my neighborhood come into view. Mom and Dad won't save me, even if I'm being slaughtered in the front yard—but if I can make it inside, that's a different story.

No one disrespects the beta's home.

I whip into an awful parallel parking job, the car jerking to a stop. My hands shake as I fumble for my keys, dropping them twice before I manage to grab them.

need to

on trembling legs. The keys jangle in my grip as I

Almost there. Almost—

can smell wet fur. And

keys clenched between white knuckles. My heart

away, lips curled back in a snarl. Saliva drips from dagger-like fangs. His

Todd.

loves to torment me

just watches as I grab the door from behind my back, turn,

a reprieve;

idea how much it will cost

Damn it.

"Ava. Come here."

shoulders, I walk toward my parents, worried butterflies floating

shit. He knows exactly what they do to

Mom stands behind him, her disapproving stare leveled

bow my head as I enter the room, focusing my gaze on

don't bother greeting him with words. All he wants to see is my submission. Words are a waste of time coming from

a word as I cradle my wrist; they're blind to

trust you have enough money from your… job to be properly dressed for the occasion. Be grateful that our Alpha allowed you

limbs, shoving past all that

beat, thuds a little harder, and then skips another. The Lunar Gala.

a big deal, encompassing the Northwestern Territories. Unmated wolves

Council meets and talks all their pack politics—but in reality, the Lunar Gala is more of a matchmaking ball. Alliances

hasn't been to one; historically, our entire pack avoids it. The official story is that there's bad blood between a few alphas and ours, but I

I risk a quick glance upward. He's looking over my head, not even straight

nose wrinkles as though some offensive odor came through, but of course there's nothing. Just me.

beta throwing out his

my expression neutral, but inside, I'm buzzing with excitement at the idea of leaving this place even if

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