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.

downstairs is easy. Mom's ignoring me, as usual, as she sits in the living room and watches TV. Jessa's with her, doing something on her phone. Neither look up as I pass by. Dad's probably in his

favorite find, and a small folding utility knife that probably belonged to Phoenix a long time ago. Those go in

the knives I bring upstairs in case Mom

Of course, they don't.

behind me with a soft exhale of relief, I jump and almost spill my

knives down, I fumble

I'll swing by around midnight when

as the reality of the situation sinks in. I'm really doing this—leaving everything behind

let the phone slip from my grasp, clattering onto the desk as I sink onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. The weight of my decisions presses down

the rest as I

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

made it here. I have no idea how long it would normally take a dog to make it to this territory, but I'm sure she's still far. We're over a

my fingers, never hearing her playful yips, is almost too much to

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

I turn away from the window, pacing. It's what I do best these days. My footsteps seem unnaturally loud against the hardwood,

my reflection. My eyes are wide, my face pale and drawn. Brushing my fingers over the crescent-shaped scar on my neck, I take a deep, steadying

the heavy silence like a knife. Snatching it up, I read another message from Lisa, just asking me to

a quick GIF of

a couple short hours from

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