Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 72 Clayton: Her Identity

CLAYTON

The hospital holds too many memories, and my wolf snarls and whines as it tries in desperation to sniff out any hint of Ava's scent when we arrive.

There's nothing, of course. Just the smell of the injured, the sickly, and disinfectant.

Ivy's room is in our family wing on the top floor, and I head straight there, unable to even look at the button for floor 12.

Ava's floor.

Mate, my wolf whines, and I wonder how much worse this would be if we had a fated connection instead of a chosen one. Lucas' single-minded determination has never made more sense to me than now, as we've spent over a week searching for any hint of the men who took Ava.

Someone had covered their tracks. Every airline, every taxi company, every rideshare, every car rental—their systems were hacked and wiped, so we can't even ascertain how she left.

Air? Car? Even the trains were messed up for a while as they had to go through tickets by hand to verify passengers.

There are no security cameras we can rely on. Everything in the city was wiped. Everything.

I can't imagine what level of influence is needed to take down all of these things in a major city. It's beyond any single pack in the Northwestern Territories.

Was she taken by someone outside of them? But who, and why?

There are no answers to be found.

I settle into a chair beside Ivy's bedside. The natural healing abilities of every wolf are varied in strength, and Ivy's are so low that she heals almost at the rate of a normal human.

Thanks to the medication in her veins, she sleeps in peace. All of her tests are coming back with positive signs of recovery.

If I could find the bastards who did this to her, it would be even better.

I cradle Ava's phone in my palm, running my thumb over the smooth surface. The screen remains dark and lifeless. My jaw clenches as I stare at the pitiful list of contacts—just my number and Ivy's.

As an alpha, I should have pushed harder, gotten the information I needed. It was obvious in Ava's evasiveness and refusal to divulge personal details, the way she dodged questions about her family, that she was running from something. I let it slide because I was too focused on her heat, and then on keeping her here without scaring her off.

missing. Taken from beneath my nose in a place she should have been safe—the very heart of my pack

to take a deep breath, reining in the torrent of

connection to Ava's past. She must have bought it when she

have no one capable of hacking into it or the high-level skills required to overcome everything the

when our security is at stake. I need to hire more experienced IT personnel, individuals with

our cautious alliance—as if the last remaining bastion of humanity's supremacy

existence betters all of our lives. Without

is no good thing to come from a world

reverie, and I look up to see Rowan's concerned gaze. My beta has been a steadfast pillar of support throughout this ordeal, his calm demeanor a balm to my

news?" he asks, stepping into

throat. "Not yet. I'm still waiting for

"You sent it out last week. Why don't they know

admit that most of the technical jargon is over my head. I'm not even sure they're making it the priority they said

attacking tonight. He's forwarded all the evidence they've gathered

all

to Westwood in case they

be too late by the time

but Lucas will

phone, quickly sending out whatever orders

squeeze the bridge of my nose in frustration, feeling a headache settle behind my eyes. "Still nothing on the security

confirms, just as his phone

Where are you, Ava?

you

The cautious note in Rowan's words should have warned

my chair, snatching his phone, my gaze fixed on the image before me. There she is, unmistakable with her dark blonde hair and striking blue eyes. They've haunted my dreams since the day she disappeared. Ava, alive and well,

very day

I recognize the

Why?

force myself to study the image again, committing every detail

I growl, my voice a low rumble as I struggle to contain the wolf clawing at my insides, desperate to give chase. Mate! They have our

They must have flown her out immediately after taking her from the

They.