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.

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

thudding against the linoleum as I make a beeline for

sir, but

hand on the counter. "Alpha of the Westwood Pack. Ava Grey is under my protection. Now tell me where

over her keyboard. "R-room 305,

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

than Kellan let on?

doors ding open and I'm moving, long strides eating up the distance to Ava's room. Two of

I bark, not

Alpha," one of them says. "Vanessa's

the door, my heart in my throat. And there she is. Ava. Lying still and pale against the white sheets, an IV dripping into her arm. Vanessa looks up from her bedside, expression grim. There's a black-haired

Must be Lisa.

greets softly. "I

side in three strides, my hand finding hers, careful of the wires and tubes. Her skin is cool to the touch,

wrong with her, Nessa?" I ask hoarsely.

hand through her hair. "Physically, she's fine. Exhausted and a bit dehydrated, but nothing that would

"Then what—"

cuts

not understanding. "What

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

has been at an exceptional rate recently, and there was the incident during the escape where she had

Her wolf. Trying to break free. "But why now? What

This is beyond anything I've seen before. We're in

Uncharted or not, I refuse to lose Ava.

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