Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 79 Ava: Fighting Back

Todd's wolf form prowls closer, his hackles bristling with menace. His eyes burn with a feral hunger that sends tremors through me. Anticipation hums in the air between us.

The tree trunk is rough against my back as I use it for support, forcing my body to its feet. The cool weight of the pocketknife in my hand keeps me centered.

I will not cower.

The mysterious energy from before, that primal force filling my veins, is gone. It's a fleeting whisper of the past, eluding my grasp no matter how desperately I search for it.

All I have is my training and the small knife I'd stolen from home.

I flip open the blade with a flick of my thumb, the soft click lost amidst the snarls and growls of the ongoing battle around us. At least, I hope it's lost. I know wolf hearing is keen, but I don't know its limitations.

Todd's lips peel back in a vicious snarl, revealing yellowed canines. It figures that even his wolf's teeth would need some work. His breath had always smelled like those tuna sandwiches he eats.

He lunges, a blur of ruddy fur and gnashing jaws.

Instinct has me diving to the side, scrabbling for purchase on the uneven ground. He whirls to face me as I roll to my knees, gripping the knife tightly as I swipe at his muzzle. The blade catches a superficial level of skin and fur, drawing a thin line of crimson that only seems to enrage him further.

A deafening snarl rips from his throat and I dash to the side, my heart pounding in frantic rhythm. The rush of blood overcomes all sound in the area, a static thudding in my ears.

His jaws snap shut inches from my face. Nausea churns in my belly, courtesy of his rancid breath.

I lash out with the knife again, the blade slicing through fur and flesh. A guttural yelp tears from his throat, but his momentum carries him forward, ramming into me with all the force of a large adult wolf and an entire lifetime of anger issues.

hit the ground, the knife clattering from my grasp. Stars explode across my vision before it fades, just for

rush. I'm pinned beneath Todd's paws, pressing down on my shoulders with crushing force. His

thrash and writhe, but his claws are like

manage to free one arm and lash out blindly, my nails raking across his muzzle and smacking

don't hit my mark, but

snort, giving me a moment

to the side, scrambling for the

my way as my fingers scrabble for the knife, its silver blade glinting in the moonlight. I'm bleeding. The scent of my blood mingles with the

Faster, damn it.

back just as Todd crashes down where I'd been lying just moments before. His jaws snap shut with a resounding clack. Flecks of spittle and foam coat

ear, his neck. A guttural yelp rips from his throat as he snaps at my arm, ripping

escape route. No other weapons. The other wolves are still involved in their own struggles several feet away. How many have set

can't worry

have to

like a fucking freight train. I stumble, gasping for air as

Agony.

I can, wild jabs of my hand. I hit something, because blood coats my hilt and my grip slips time

to the ground with a wide movement of his head and upper body somehow and

startled

dodge.

my face as I stab low and blind, grunting as his weight slams me into the ground beneath him. My fingers scrabble against the knife as

my hands in slick streaks of crimson. A strangled whine escapes his muzzle

air, no longer suffocated by his rancid breath. There's