Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Ava: Saved

Lucas' scent hits me after I've already tried to murder him.

An unmistakable blend of the outdoors, of amber and campfire smoke, of something so uniquely mate that it draws me in even through the pain of our past.

It's him. He's here.

The knife clatters from my trembling hand as every muscle in my body goes lax with relief. I'd been so tense, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, terrified of losing my life tonight. But now Lucas is here.

He came for me.

"Lucas," I breathe out, hope and prayer all in one, the sound barely more than a whisper. My entire body crumples, overworked in its stress.

He's really here. I'm not dreaming. He's not a hallucination. This is real. Real.

My mate.

My savior.

Strong arms wrap around me, drawing me in against an embrace both hard and warm, filled with assurance and yearning. His hands hold me as if I'm some tender, precious thing, going from my back, up to the back of my head, brushing gently against my hair.

He's dropping kisses over the top of my head, against my eyebrows, then my eyes, whispering my name in a ragged chant before crushing me to him once again.

"Ava. Ava. Sweet Ava. You're safe now. Shh, it's okay. I've got you, Ava.

You're safe now." His voice rumbles, vibrating his chest against my cheek. One hand cradles my head, the other runs soothing lines down my back.

coming. To tell him how terrified I was. To explain everything. But only a choked sob comes out as all the emotions

his shirt as I cling to

out. I'm here now. No one's going to hurt

a shifter I didn't notice

him, but Lucas holds my head firmly against his chest, rubbing me in that soothing rhythm as I

to bring with you?" Lucas asks, and

Nothing.

here

I'm going to carry you, Ava. We need to go fast, before

my head, blowing out

Another breath out.

legs and lifting me as though I

feign modesty, or worry if I'm too heavy. I just lean

he's talking over his shoulder, so

the tangled web that brought me here. I just want to be a boneless lump in Lucas' arms,

and I jerk slightly in his hold. "Wait," I murmur, struggling to find my voice. "I think

hands it to one of the shifters accompanying us. Without blinking, the strange shifter crushes the device

he produces a small canister and sprays me down with a fine mist. The scent is earthy and familiar, very neutral-seeming. "This will help conceal your scent for a while," he explains, before handing me a

a bitter taste in

came to my rescue, but with Lucas—despite our history—I can feel so comfortable. Comfortable enough to allow myself

crazy

strange shifter with the scent diffusing drugs is right behind him.

filtering through the canopy above. The humid summer air is heavy with the scent of earth

smell a single one

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