Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Ava: Missing, AGAIN

Panic has me looking around the room, as if they would just be sitting somewhere. It's most likely that someone took my jewelry off when I was brought in.

My gaze falls upon the various wires and tubes tethering me to the bed. A thin IV line snakes its way into the crook of my elbow, delivering fluids and medication. A catheter bag hangs from the side of the bed, freeing me from any need for the bathroom.

All great, until I need to get up and look for something. Son of a bitch.

There's a wheeled table for meals, but all it has is some paperwork that seems to be welcoming me to the hospital. Does anyone even read those things?

Panic is well on its way to blowing its top inside of my head and setting off a full-scale anxiety attack. My eyes dart from the nightstand to the small closet, but there's no sign of my jewelry anywhere.

I keep trying to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on my finger, and it's driving me crazy.

Finally, I remember the call light. With a trembling finger, I depress the button.

Seconds feel like an eternity as I wait, my mind racing with possibilities. What if they were lost in the woods, during the attack? I hadn't stopped to see if they'd fallen off. If they're all the way out there, how the hell do I get them back?

I don't know a lot about Lucas, but I know alphas.

He'd never let me go back there, and it would be impossible to explain how important the jewelry is. I can't just tell him that they're used to keep my power hidden.

The gentle click of the door opening draws my attention, and a kind-faced nurse steps into the room. She's older, and smells of human and rubbing alcohol. "Did you press your call light, dear?"

"My necklace and ring," I blurt out, struggling to keep my voice calm despite the desperation seeping into it. "I can't find them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?"

The nurse's expression softens with understanding. "I'm afraid I wasn't here when you were first admitted, sweetheart. But let me check with the security team. It's standard procedure to put any valuables in a safety box, especially when the patient isn't conscious."

Relief washes over me at her words, and I nod gratefully. "Thank you. Those items mean so much to me."

course, dear. I'll

Now to wait.

tracing the bandages wrapped around my neck. Memories of the past few days

And my mate.

word still feels foreign, even as it ignites a flicker of

a few short weeks ago, I was indignant at his presence in Cedarwood, thinking the worst of him as he tried

caving

willing to give him a chance, nothing

And even then…

Like my powers. And

a thousand reasons

is an exercise

fingers against the quilt, because I have no ring to twirl. Every steady beep from the machines around me only amplifies the anxious, never-ending

and ring, what will

point will the people around

So far, there are no

begin to manifest against

answers, and I feel hope rise in me, only to be dashed a moment later by the

sorry, dear," she says. "The security team hasn't called back yet. It might take some

belly, like a hyperactive raccoon. "Thank

suggests brightly, even as she approaches with a no-nonsense gait, her eyes already on all the cords keeping me in place. "It'll be good for

question, but an order in

wiggle over to the edge of the bed, her movements careful and deliberate. A sharp twinge of pain stabs through my abdomen as I swing my legs

my back. "One step

waiting for the wave of pain to recede as she opens a clear package of giant yellow socks. They have little rubbery circles on the bottom, probably to keep me from

against the floor. It's tile, yet the cold doesn't reach through the thick fabric now snuggling

love them more than anything I've ever worn. Cold floors are the worst to walk

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