Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 81

Chapter 81 Ava: Wounded

Consciousness is fleeting and unreliable. The gentle vibration of the car is a cadence that lulls me into a state of semi-awareness, reality blurring with dreams. I alternate between understanding that I'm safe to fearing that Phoenix has me in his grasp. Sometimes, I can hear Alpha Renard's cruel words. I even dream of Sister Miriam.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze, piercing my muddled thoughts with startling clarity. It's a voice I recognize, though I can't quite place it. My eyelids flutter open, and I find myself enveloped in a pair of strong arms, cradled against a broad chest.

It feels wrong.

So, not Lucas?

As my vision adjusts, I make out the rugged features of Kellan Ashbourne, Lucas's beta. His eyes are fixed on me, a mixture of concern and relief etched onto his face.

"Ava," he says, his voice gentle and soothing, like cool water after on a hot summer day. Ah, I'm poetic in my delirium.

"You're safe now. We're taking you to Westwood territory."

I blink slowly, trying to make sense of his words. The events of the night are a jumbled mess in my mind. "Where are we?"

"In a small city. We're still on Blackwood territory, and you aren't safe here. Just bear with me for a moment, okay? You're badly injured, did you know that?"

I nod. Yes, I hurt. It hurts everywhere. Who wouldn't know when their body hurts? Oh. Maybe paraplegics.

"Yes. I can move my body," I say, even as I lay like a limp fish in his arms.

I can, though… I think.

Shit, everything's hard to keep straight in my mind. I wish Selene was here.

Or Lucas.

Where's Lucas?

Wasn't he here?

"Alpha is leading the mission, but he'll be back soon.

again. This time, I can feel the movement. I must not have nodded before, when

is a little more intense,

longer in the SUV from before. This vehicle is different, its interior stripped down to bare essentials. There are no chairs in

How odd.

where the backseat should be, his movements gentle yet purposeful. I wince

It really fucking hurts.

I'm definitely not paraplegic.

arm for a moment.

refuse to form on

in

I'm about to administer some medicine to help with

the

a lot of movement around my arm, and something cold. Then a bunch of poking and prodding. "Big

something to my arm. "Going in," she

it feels like my head's about to detach

* * *

and the distinct

every detail of the ceiling. A few dents, and a couple holes. Probably from

liquid hanging from an IV pole. There's an IV

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

for me to understand them, but my brain comes online after a short

rate, heart rate,

I'm in a hospital.

second I think I'm back on Aspen lands, but as I blink away my grogginess, I realize it isn't the same. I'm in a

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