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.

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

and Lucas' head whips around. He signals to the

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

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 steps forward, planting himself between the wolf

his voice laced with an

unwavering presence seems to give it pause. For a long, tense moment, they regard each other, locked in a silent battle

slowly, the wolf's snarl fades, and it lowers its head

doesn't spare it a second glance. He turns back to me, his expression softening ever

a rogue," he says, like

at his arms until he lets me down. "I can't shift, but I can run. I'm

he thinks better of it. "Fine. Let's go. Stay close, Ava. Vester will stay

howl. I

haven't caught our trail, but they're getting closer. We're

grabs at my hand, squeezing it in reassurance. My lips quirk into a small smile

heart pounds, but not from exertion—not yet. Terror still

Freedom.

men around me struggle to keep pace, their harsh pants filling the air. But

yourself," Lucas warns, his

head, unable to spare the breath for a reply. Selene's words ring in

She'd made it sound like

And it is.

thrumming beneath my skin,

to shift," I say, knowing deep inside that

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