Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Ava: Homecoming (V)

The next few days are agonizing.

There are shifters outside my house every hour of the day.

Mom and Dad have disappeared, doing… Honestly, I don't know what they're doing.

Phoenix was never around much to begin with, so I'm not surprised that I don't see him.

It occurs to me that I haven't seen Jessa even once since I've been home, but, again, not really surprised. It isn't like we were ever close.

So I pace in my childhood home, trapped, with no idea what's coming next, building nightmare after nightmare of assumptions in my mind. Sometimes I catch Selene's show on TV and watch that. Other times I watch the news, a habit I've gotten used to since working at The Novel Grind. Mrs. Elkins often had it on in the background.

It's amazing how sheltered I was from the human world, even when living in it. I see why Dad never let me watch the news; it's enlightening to see how things are outside of the views of your pack.

I always knew they were a little outdated. After being in the Aspen territory, I've learned that my family pack is barely out of the Dark Ages. Now that my eyes have been opened, there are so many details I can pick out that are just wrong.

The fact that I had a phone at all was a miracle—of course, I bought it with my own money.

Jessa begged Dad for one when she was twenty-one, and he relented. But so many women in the pack don't have a cell phone at all. My dad is sometimes considered a little too lenient on his women.

Except for me, of course.

out much, and don't have jobs. They're stuck at the

At The Novel Grind, I would often see a father come in with his child, looking for a

think I ever really noticed

amazing what a few months of freedom will do for

and Franklin.

How long they'll stay worried

Don't get me wrong…

I'm going to escape.

how quickly I can

brain, I don't know how to get

foot, but I can't shift. They'd catch me within hours. The

we weren't in the middle of the

response. Alpha Renard strides in, smiling sweetly, but the look is all wrong—his eyes too calculating, his face too

to touch my arm. I fight

though I'm fully dressed. There's something predatory in the way he looks at me

my arm. "I wanted to discuss a few things with

myself for whatever twisted scheme he

widens, and he guides me toward the couch, his grip firm enough that I can't pull away without causing a scene.

my hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. Renard settles beside

no direction, no purpose. These are all things you need to get your

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