Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Ava: Waking Up

Darkness.

Light.

So cold.

It burns.

My lungs ache.

Something's holding me down.

There are whispers. Prayers, I think.

Chaos reigns in this hazy world. Something beeps incessantly.

I'm sweating. My hands are too warm.

… up.

What's that?

… Ava, you…

Who's that?

… can you hear me?

I struggle to reach the voice that calls me, but something sucks me away again.

Frustration simmers, but I'm too tired to fight it.

Ava, you have to wake up.

There it is again.

I know you can hear me, because I can finally hear you.

Hear me? Hear me what? Am I talking?

Yes.

No, I don't think I'm talking. I'm too tired. My body is crushed beneath the earth. Fire ate every last bit of me. I drowned. The air was sucked away.

You're alive. You're asleep in the hospital. You're just fine. You just need to wake up.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Waking is pain.

I remember the pain.

no pain, Ava. Just

No way.

here, in this hazy

This is

for me? But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never died. Wake.

* * *

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry,

Ava.

honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a

I turn my

awake. Relief colors

tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words scrape

I

name, but I'm already

* * *

scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin.

eyelids are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside

relief washes

are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's

I out?" I rasp,

whines softly. We were

asks, way

pipes up, from my other

struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on my back

process that leaves

hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one's connected to

in a hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and

I waver,

my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on

black hole

"What happened to me?"

hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort,

wolf is trying

run beneath the moon. To be whole. But now, with all the strangeness surrounding my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my

She's way too

my

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