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

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

pain is a little more

This vehicle is different, its interior stripped

How odd.

backseat should be, his movements gentle yet

It really fucking hurts.

I'm definitely not paraplegic.

hand lingering on my arm for a moment. "You've been through a lot, but

but the words refuse to form on my lips. Instead, I

in

to administer some medicine to help with your pain and give you a little rest.

the

a lot of blood." There's a lot of movement around my arm, and something cold. Then a bunch

something to my arm. "Going in," she murmurs. "You should start feeling

like my head's about to detach to fly high into the sky, like a balloon

* * *

the distinct scent of disinfectant makes my nose

few dents, and a couple holes. Probably from something that had hung

I can see clear bags full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There's an

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

understand them, but my brain comes online

rate, heart rate, blood

I'm in a hospital.

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

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