Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 90 Lucas: Worries

LUCAS

Only half my attention is on the information Clayton's passing me. The rest of it is on the bandaged little she-wolf just beyond the door. Her scent has been changing daily, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is. It isn't a bad change, but it's different.

Add that to the way she blew up when my phone rang, and I'm starting to get a little worried that I haven't been around for her during such a traumatic time. She'd been kidnapped, even if it was by her own family, and then viciously attacked after trying to run away. On top of it all, she has a mate that was stupid enough to reject her.

I'm sure she has no idea how much she can rely on me, and I can't blame her for being so evasive with her affection. We've made progress, but I keep pushing my luck—touching her, kissing her forehead, sniffing around her when I think she doesn't notice…

"Lucas? Are you still there?" Clayton's voice cuts through my distracted haze.

"Yes, I'm here." I pinch the bridge of my nose, halting my pacing in the hospital corridor. My obsession with Ava is becoming problematic, but my wolf is irritated that I took any focus from my brain onto anything else. If it was up to him, we'd be glued to her side until our mating mark was a year old on her neck.

"You need to focus," Clayton admonishes, his words laced with an edge I rarely hear from him. "This situation demands our full attention."

I nod, even though he can't see me. He flew in to help manage the Blackwood Pack, and I ditched him to see Ava in the hospital. He deserves my full attention. Clayton's too good of a friend for me to be distracted over my personal issues.

"You're right. Go ahead."

Clayton's voice takes on a grim quality. "We've received reports of increased rogue activity in the area. It appears they may be mobilizing for an attack. Renard and the entire Grey family is still missing, along with a few other players from the pack. Our scouts are of the opinion that these rogues are working for Renard in some way, and might even be connected with the Unregistered.

We've yet to locate any connections with either of them, but we aren't done looking."

A low growl rumbles in my chest. The mere mention of Renard and Ava's shitty family ignites a simmering fury within me. After what they've done to her, I won't rest until they're all corpses.

"And Grace?"

treatment has been withdrawn, and they're keeping an eye on her. So far, she's stable, but still in a coma. If she doesn't wake up soon, she'll die of dehydration before the

have no remorse over this. The bitch deserves that and more. I only wish she

we dealing with

gather more intelligence," Clayton responds, his tone even and measured. "But we need to be prepared to defend. The real problem,

frazzled hand through my hair. "I know. We don't know

schools of thought. Imprison everyone, or let the chips fall where they

pros and cons to both, but only one of them ensures

me, everyone in the Blackwood Pack is worthless. The

be grateful I didn't raze them to

Council might side with you on the evidence,

isn't murder when you

out, ever

I don't care if they're all

But Ava might.

with

get a decent idea of

"Thanks."

your debt." I frown, wondering why Clayton's been so

Weird.

Almost squirrely, even.

Get your ass back here so we can figure shit out. Is your…

he can't see me. "Yeah. She woke up this morning. She's doing pretty good, all things considered. I

decided to take over the entire goddamn pack,

know I'll be gone for a while. Fucking politics gets in the way of everything." I pause, realizing that he's been there for me this entire time instead of looking for