Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 13 Ava: Illness

Chapters 11-17 have been rewritten to improve story flow and pacing. [June 27, 2024]

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Son of a bitch.

Today of all days, someone has to come to my door?

Somehow I force my exhausted body off the couch. My bones protest as I stumble to the door, leaning heavily against the frame. Who the hell needs me right now? I don't even know anyone in this town.

I'll feel bad if it's Mrs. Elkins, but anyone else needs to prepare themselves for the rage of a sick person.

I yank it open, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb my misery. But there's no one there. My landing is empty. The stairway is empty. There's nothing, except the occasional person passing by on the street.

Great. Now I'm imagining things.

I step out, glancing both ways. Nothing. A shiver runs through me, and it has nothing to do with my fever. Something feels off, but I can't put my finger on it.

Dark clouds loom overhead, heavy and ominous. That's odd. I could have sworn the forecast said clear skies all week. A storm would be just my luck. At least I don't have to go anywhere; my shopping's already done.

Sighing, I retreat back inside, locking the door behind me. The click of the deadbolt does little to ease the uneasiness swirling in my gut. Collapsing onto the couch, I pull the blanket around my shoulders, trying to stave off the cold.

It doesn't help.

The frigid chill of my body comes from deep within, even as sweat beads on my forehead and upper lip.

I should take that Tylenol. I should eat more soup. I should do a lot of things, but all I can manage is to lay on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. Even the thought of reaching for the TV remote is too much.

Minutes tick by, or maybe it's hours. Time is only a suggestion, my fever-addled brain struggling to keep up. The shadows in the room grow longer as the storm clouds block out the sun. I should turn on a light, but even the thought of moving feels like too much effort.

someone knocks on

time, I ignore

to fake

in my haze, I find myself slipping, falling into a familiar landscape that has haunted

the

of oppressive heat that presses against my skin. It's strange, this sensation of being too hot when I know I'm shivering with fever in the waking world. The incongruity tugs at my mind, reminding me that none of this

feels real. The rough bark of the trees scrape at my balms. The damp earth squishes beneath my toes. It's all so vivid. So

I've never

Twigs and leaves prick at my feet,

like my body and senses aren't

step forward. Then

forest shifts around me, trees bending and

between the trees, like dark ghosts in my

this time. A new element that I can't quite place. It takes me a moment to realize what it is—the sound of water. It's

of tiny

follow of their own accord, following nature's music. The ground slopes beneath me, leading into

blocking out the sky

in the gloom, I can see a

Water.

than a few feet wide. Crystalline waters run happily over a bed of white stones, reflecting the

step closer, drawn

Whispers secrets, words I can't quite hear. I can feel them, brushing

I'm on my knees, sinking

above the

whisper of warning. There's something about this place,

It's too perfect.

Too alluring.

Like a trap.

it against my chest. The stream darkens, its waters murky and uninviting. The forest around me