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?

he'll be back soon. For now, we

can feel the movement. I

is a

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

How odd.

a makeshift bed of blankets where the backseat should be,

It really fucking hurts.

I'm definitely not paraplegic.

arm for a moment. "You've

understand what's happening, but the words refuse to form on

in

name is Vanessa, and I'm a pack healer. I'm about to administer some medicine to help with your pain and give you a little rest. Can

the word appealing

arm, and something cold. Then a bunch of poking and prodding. "Big pinch," she warns, and I yelp at the sting that comes

relief, even as she continues doing something to my arm. "Going in," she murmurs. "You should

my head's about to detach to fly

* * *

distinct scent of

a couple

an IV pole. There's an IV in my arm and a little monitor with squiggly

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

a second for me to understand them, but

heart

I'm in a hospital.

my grogginess, I realize it isn't the same. I'm in a smaller room, on a real bed. There are sheer curtains over my window, letting in

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