Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Ava: Freedom

I make it two days before I give up and call Lisa, ten minutes before her shift. She doesn't answer the first time, so I call again. This time, she picks up, and her annoyed voice brings tears to my eyes.

"Hello?" that wonderful voice snaps into my ear, suspicious and guarded. She thinks I'm a robocaller.

"Hey, Lise." Somehow, I manage to sound normal.

"Ava? This isn't your number. Did you lose your phone?"

I pick at the inseam of my jeans, staring out the train window, focusing on the rolling hills beyond the raindrops splattered against my window. I've switched trains a few times and bought multiple tickets at each station, just in case someone figures out how I left the city. In the end, I've managed to take an odd, loopy route that has me now in Washington. "Yeah.

Look, if anyone from my family tries to contact you… Um. God, this is going to be a lot that I can't explain before your shift starts, but the main thing is that if my family contacts you, tell them you don't know anything. Save this number under a random name. Call me Ashley or something."

"Okay."

Her instant acceptance warms my heart. My nose tingles as a few tears escape, sliding down my cheeks. It's enough to take the edge off that pain in my chest that refuses to leave, as though something important is missing.

It has to just be in my head, though, right…? If he was my fated mate, he would have never looked at me the way he did. I've never heard of a fated who hates their mate. Even the abusive ones.

is. It's a knowledge deep in my

to let me go that easy." Or maybe they'll just be happy to get rid

up my belly and death gripping my

just in shock. I can't believe you ran away. I want to say congratulations, but

Two?"

my lip.

"Never?!"

I've never told you, and I promise I'll explain it all. But the first thing is the most important. I'm not human, Lise. Not exactly, anyway. My entire family, we're shifters. I'm from

the entire area?" Her voice is a higher pitch that normal, but at least she

I whisper, distress shuddering down my back. What if she doesn't want to talk to me anymore? I know I had pre-mourned her several days before, convincing myself that I had to leave her behind for her safety. But after

to talk to. Someone who

sounds from my phone. "Girl, I don't care about that. I'm just… processing. Holy shit. The Blackwoods. No wonder you said you'd never be able to move

"Mmhmm."

not answered my texts

I ditched my phone and thought I shouldn't contact you, in case they—well.

at me. I need to clock in. Look, Ave. I'll save your number, and

they

hysterical giggle that escapes. "I have no idea. Oh, God. I hope they can't. I got a burner.

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