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.

echoing through the trees, the sound itself nipping at our heels.

around. He signals to the others, and they fan out, forming a

and palpable, as we wait. The forest seems to hold its breath with

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

doesn't flinch. With a fluid motion, he sets me down and

his voice laced with an unmistakable

give it pause. For

it lowers its head in a

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

a rogue," he says, like that's

shift, but

"Fine. Let's go. Stay close,

howl. I nod.

but they're getting closer. We're still five miles

it in reassurance. My lips quirk into a small smile as

yet. Terror still grips me, its icy tendrils constricting my lungs with every rasping

Freedom.

with every stride, fueling my legs to push harder, faster. The men around me struggle to keep pace, their harsh

warns, his brow furrowed with

unable to spare the breath for a reply. Selene's words ring in my ears, a silent chorus urging

it sound like it would be extraordinary if

And it is.

can feel it now, a thrumming beneath my skin, like electricity crackling

knowing deep inside that I'm right. "We'll be faster if

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