Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Ava: Preparing for the Worst

The sun is beginning to set when a slight detour from the circular thoughts I've had about tonight finally occurs to me.

A weapon.

Who says I have to accept my fate without fighting? No one.

I can at least try to arm myself.

But with what?

I have knives in the kitchen, of course. I'll grab a couple. But they'll be too large to keep in my pockets. What else can I use?

I'd grab a rock, but I'm not even allowed in the yard to find one.

A pen? I can stab someone in the eye with a pen, so I grab a few of them and put them in either pocket. After some hesitation, I grab an old belt. I can try to swing it at someone and hit them with the buckle, right?

I put it on, without sliding it through any belt loops. The easier to get to, the better.

Desperation creeps in as I realize how ill-prepared I am. My gaze lands on a can of hairspray, and I snatch it up, tucking it into the depths of my backpack. Not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

Jessa's with her, doing something on

A penlight in the everything drawer is my favorite find, and a small folding utility knife that probably belonged to Phoenix a long time ago. Those go in my

an attempt to disguise the knives I bring upstairs in case Mom or Jessa looks my

Of course, they don't.

soft exhale of relief, I jump and almost

I

around midnight

the reality of the situation sinks in. I'm really doing this—leaving everything behind on the mere promise of freedom. My fingers hover over the keypad, contemplating a response, but

I let the phone slip from my grasp, clattering onto the desk as I sink onto the edge of my bed, burying

in the back of my mind whispers that I should just run—leave this place behind and figure out the rest

stuffed with the meager belongings I've managed to gather; I add the knives

how long it would normally take a dog to make it to this territory, but I'm sure

thought of never feeling her warm fur beneath my fingers, never hearing her playful yips,

through my body, and I glance towards the window, searching for any sign of what could be causing this uneasy feeling. The sky's color has deepened, the last vestiges of twilight having faded away. Trees sway gently in the evening breeze, in an illusion of a moment of peace after a tiring

My footsteps seem unnaturally loud against the hardwood, the only sound aside from the pounding of my heart

front of the mirror, studying my reflection. My eyes are wide, my face pale and drawn. Brushing my fingers over the crescent-shaped scar on my neck, I

through the heavy silence like a knife. Snatching it

send her a quick GIF of

couple

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