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.

a halt outside 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 about the dog right now. All that matters is getting

boots thudding against the linoleum as I make a beeline for the front

but visiting hours

the counter. "Alpha of the Westwood Pack.

keyboard. "R-room 305,

bother with thanks, just spin on my heel and head for the elevators. The ride up is agonizingly slow, the numbers crawling by as my mind

let on?

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

bark, not

Alpha," one of them says.

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.

softly. "I

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

I ask hoarsely.

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

"Then what—"

think it's her wolf," Vanessa cuts in

understanding. "What do

unique," Vanessa says carefully. "She hasn't shifted, despite being of age. And now, with everything she's been through... I think her wolf is trying to emerge, but something's blocking it. It's

exceptional rate recently, and there was the incident during the escape

down at Ava's still face, my mind reeling. Her wolf. Trying to break

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

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

every hour. And double the