Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Ava: Running

The haunting howls of wolves echo through the night, sending fear deep into my soul.

I shudder.

The strange shifter with the drugs curses under his breath. "They're on the hunt," he says, his voice low and urgent.

Lucas' arms tighten as he runs. It's not the most comfortable, with all the jostling, but he manages to run while holding me as though my extra burden doesn't affect him at all.

How long has it been? Hours? That he's maintained his pace without faltering. I can't help but admire it, even as I worry.

"It's going to be okay," he murmurs, his tone cold with determination.

We pick up the pace, the shadows of the forest seeming to press in around us as we hurry along. The howls grow louder, closer, sending icy tendrils of fear slithering through my veins.

"How much farther?" I ask, my voice a hushed whisper.

Lucas' subordinate's response is grim. "Too far to be comfortable." There are a few grunts of agreement among the other wolves. "We should have shifted. We would be there by now."

Lucas just growls. "Not an option."

The weight of his words settles over me, and I realize with a pang that he knows—he knows I can't shift.

I swallow hard. How long has he known?

It isn't as though it was a secret in our pack.

But it still hurts.

sound itself nipping at our heels. Anxiety spikes my pulse and I cling to Lucas, drawing strength from

from our left, and Lucas' head whips around. He signals to the others, and they fan out, forming

forest seems to

figure emerges from the shadows—a massive wolf, its eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. It snarls, baring wicked fangs,

a fluid motion, he sets me down and steps forward,

growls, his voice

it pause. For a long, tense moment, they

wolf's snarl fades, and it lowers its head in a grudging show of

spare it a second glance. He turns back to me, his expression softening ever so slightly as he scoops me up

a rogue," he says,

"I can't shift, but

says that he wants to protest, but he thinks better of it. "Fine. Let's go. Stay close, Ava. Vester

I

our trail, but they're getting closer. We're still five miles

squeezing it in reassurance. My lips quirk into a small smile as I squeeze back. I can do this. I

heart pounds, but not from exertion—not yet. Terror still grips me, its icy tendrils constricting my lungs with every rasping breath. But each

Freedom.

harder, faster. The men around me struggle to keep

yourself," Lucas warns, his

spare the breath for a reply. Selene's words ring in my ears,

made it sound like it

And it is.

it now, a thrumming beneath my skin,

to shift," I say, knowing deep inside that I'm

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