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

trembling legs. The keys jangle in my grip

Almost there. Almost—

smell wet fur.

between

wolf stands mere feet away, lips curled back in a snarl. Saliva drips from dagger-like fangs. His russet fur tells me everything

Todd.

to torment

the door from behind my back, turn, and rush

reprieve; I'll take

lament the damage to my car. I have no idea how much it will cost to repair my cracked windshield; it'll eat into the savings I've

Damn it.

"Ava. Come here."

my shoulders, I walk toward my

the wolf outside. He doesn't give a shit. He knows exactly what they do to me; as long as

is seated in his favorite armchair, his expression stoic as always. Mom stands behind him, her disapproving stare leveled over my shoulder. I can't remember the last time we had eye

the room, focusing my gaze on his muddy

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 any injuries or

be attending the Lunar Gala this year. I trust you have enough money from your… job to be properly dressed for

with shock, and cold breezes straight through my limbs, shoving past all that anxiety

then skips another. The Lunar Gala. I've missed out on it for the

Northwestern Territories. Unmated wolves from all over will be

their pack politics—but in reality, the Lunar Gala is more of a matchmaking ball. Alliances are made when

year. Even Jessa 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

attend is a palpable force in the room, and I risk a quick

offensive odor came through, but of course there's nothing. Just

that, he leaves. No more explanations. Just a beta throwing out his orders and expecting everything to

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

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