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.

nipping at our heels. Anxiety spikes my pulse and I cling to

around. He

crackles in the air, thick and palpable, as we wait. The forest seems to hold its breath with us, partners

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

voice laced with an unmistakable

pause. For a

fades, and it lowers

his expression softening ever so slightly as he

he says,

"I can't shift, but I can run. I'm fine.

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

I nod.

but they're getting

grabs at my hand, squeezing it in reassurance. My lips quirk into a small smile as I squeeze back. I can do this.

ill-fitting sneakers is a distant concern. My heart pounds, but not from exertion—not yet. Terror still grips me, its icy tendrils constricting my lungs with every rasping breath. But each footfall on the forest floor kindles a tiny spark of hope within

Freedom.

stride, fueling my legs to push harder, faster. The men around me struggle to keep pace, their harsh pants filling the air. But I'm

yourself," Lucas warns, his brow

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

made it sound like it would be

And it is.

feel it now, a thrumming beneath

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

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