Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Ava: A Familiar Scent

Selene growls, pacing as she sniffs every corner of the room. Her hackles are stiff. Even though she's just a dog right now, it's still intimidating.

That bastard was here, Selene confirms, after sniffing around the bedroom. He won't harm you. Her lip curls back into a soft snarl. I can smell his regret with every step he took.

I collapse, my legs too weak to hold me up. That refreshed, revitalized feeling is gone. Only fear remains.

"What am I going to do? I can't stay here. If he found me, that means Dad can find me."

Perhaps. Selene stretches with a large yawn. I would not worry yet, cub. You are not as defenseless as you once were, and you cannot run forever.

"But—"

You cannot run forever, Selene repeats forcefully, and I fall silent, struggling against the panic fluttering against my ribcage. One day, you might have to fight back.

Fight back?

I'd never imagined fighting back.

How can a wolfless defect fight back?

after a few circles. You are strong. You have me. We will not return

will we do?" I

as you have been. Do not borrow

* * *

cushions, trying to let Selene's words wash over me. Live. Just live. It

me with an intent stare. You cannot keep

tugs at my lips. "What do you

Exercise. Train your body as you would your mind. You cannot rely solely on me to

completely soft. I've had

To toughen up, build muscle, increase my stamina. A tremor of trepidation runs

my pack—comes for me again, I need to be able to defend myself. My only chance at true freedom

slow nod, I steel my resolve. "Okay. What do I need to

week. I spin a vague story about a

Elkins's brow furrows in concern, but she doesn't pry. "Of course, dear. As long as you can have your work done before you leave, I don't mind at

me. "Thank you, Mrs. Elkins. I really appreciate

warm, grandmotherly smiles. "Not a problem, Ava. Just take care of yourself,

smile in return, her kindness lancing through my chest. If only she

small living room—push-ups, sit-ups, air squats, a hundred each. My muscles strain and burn with the unaccustomed exertion, but I grit my teeth and push

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