Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 107 Lucas: Panic

LUCAS

"What the fuck do you mean she's unconscious?" My voice rises in the back of the cab, drawing Vester's alarmed glance in the rearview mirror of the SUV.

Kellan's voice crackles through my phone. "Her vitals are stable, but she's not waking up. Doctors can't find anything physically wrong."

"Then why the hell is she in the hospital?" Fury pounds through my veins, my wolf snarling to hunt down whoever dared harm our mate. "What did Jericho do?"

"It wasn't him. She collapsed at home after training."

"Training?" The word comes out in a growl. "She's still recovering! She shouldn't be—"

"Boss." Vester's gruff voice cuts in. "Nessa's with her now. Should be able to tell us more soon."

I rake a hand through my hair, jaw clenched. "I want guards on her room. No one gets in besides pack and medical staff."

"Already done."

"Good." I glance out the window at the darkened streets whizzing by, leg bouncing with impatience. Vester's watching cautiously, and the husky's panting in the back, still crated. "The dog. Get her to Lisa's place."

"Dog?" Kellan grunts. "Since when—"

"Don't worry about it." I end the call, pulse hammering in my throat.

Ava. My Ava. Lying in a hospital bed. Again.

No. I won't let anything else happen to her. Whatever this is, whoever is responsible, I'll destroy them. Rip them to shreds with my bare hands if I have to.

open the door, barely registering Vester's shout to wait. Selene whines from her crate, but I can't

the sliding doors, my boots thudding against the linoleum as I make a beeline for the front desk. The

but visiting

growl, slamming my hand on the counter. "Alpha of the Westwood Pack. Ava Grey is

flying over her keyboard. "R-room 305,

head for the elevators. The ride up is agonizingly slow, the numbers crawling by as

she's hurt worse than Kellan let on? What

the distance to Ava's room. Two of my enforcers stand guard outside, nodding

I bark,

them says. "Vanessa's still in

against the white sheets, an IV dripping into her arm. Vanessa looks up from her bedside, expression grim.

Must be Lisa.

softly. "I wish I had

hers, careful of the wires and tubes. Her skin is cool to the touch, and

Nessa?" I ask hoarsely. "Why

hair. "Physically, she's fine. Exhausted and a bit dehydrated, but

"Then what—"

think it's her wolf," Vanessa cuts in gently. "Or rather, the

frown, not understanding. "What do

through... I think her wolf is trying to emerge, but something's blocking it. It's the only theory I can

was the incident during the escape where she had supernatural speed. These are not human

Her wolf. Trying to break free.

"I don't know, Lucas. This is beyond anything I've seen before. We're in uncharted

tight. Uncharted or not, I refuse to lose Ava. Not like this. Not when I just got

monitoring her," I order. "I want updates every hour. And double the guard on her room. No one gets