Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Ava: Hospital, Again

Vanessa looks at me with confusion etched on her face. I'd laugh a little, except I'm a little too worried about her calling me by a title I shouldn't have.

"You're… not our Luna?" she asks, in this careful way that makes me think she's been told the exact opposite.

Has Lucas been spreading the word that I'm his Luna? Because that seems a little presumptuous. No, not a little; a lot presumptuous.

It's hard to be too angry when he risked his life to save me, but it's not impossible, so I seethe a little on the inside, shaking my head.

There's a ringing in my ears and an increase in the throbbing ache of my face when I do, so I stop, holding up a hand instead. "No. No, I'm not."

Vanessa's gaze goes from the top of my head, down my body, and eventually to the side of my neck, despite it being covered in bandages. Her brow furrows as she considers my words.

I take the opportunity to study her. She's cute. If she didn't smell like a wolf and I had to choose an animal for her to be able to shift into, I'd choose something tiny and fluffy, like a rabbit. Or a red panda. She has some curves to her and a soft face, with large, doe-like eyes and lashes that are too long to be real.

Despite the lack of make-up on her face, I suspect she at least throws on some false lashes and mascara.

I would, too, if I knew how to do it. Short eyelashes suck.

"But you are Lucas' mate, aren't you?" Her question throws me off. I was too distracted by looking at her face and pondering if there was anything out there that could shift into a red panda.

A lump forms in my throat at the mention of his name. Unable to meet her gaze, I lower my eyes to the light quilt over my legs. It isn't the kind you'd normally find in a hospital. Instead, it's a real blanket that you'd see in someone's home. Between that and the shirt I'm wearing, I have a feeling that I'm getting special privileges due to this misunderstanding.

"Yes, I suppose." I don't sound very confident, because I'm not.

"But?" Vanessa prompts, leaning forward.

This is a conversation I'm probably going to have a lot in this place, so I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the admission that still stings, even after all this time. "He rejected me. Months ago."

waver a

not my fault. He rejected me. That's a him problem, not a me problem. Right? Who rejects their fated mate?

that he showed up one day

was kidnapped before I could wait around for him to

did. He

None of this

expression shifts to one of amused thoughtfulness, and I can't help but wonder what's going through her mind with my admission. Before I can dwell on it further, she

says with a small smile. "For now, let's take a look at your

bed, and I brace myself for the inevitable discomfort. My entire body protests movement, and I can only imagine

back the fabric of the oversized shirt, revealing crisp

sustained some pretty severe gashes here," she explains, her fingers

remember getting

face, neck, and shoulders, where I can feel the stinging remnants of bite marks. "These were mostly caused by teeth, it seems. Nasty

voice at the moment. The pain is manageable, but the trauma lingers. Having a flash of those teeth snapping at me, sinking into my neck,

It's a lot.

grave as she continues her assessment. "Unfortunately, there was widespread infection, particularly in the wounds where you were bit. It set in rapidly. You've had a high fever for two days, and coded once on your way to the

I blink. "Coded?"

I died?

grimaces. "Yes. Between your blood loss and the rapid infection, your heart rate ceased to

is probably rude, but—excuse

know if

of thing that sticks

adds helpfully. "Thankfully, we got you stabilized just in time." She winks. "You're welcome. It was some of my

something that must pass muster, because she continues on, her face

we will be able to tailor

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