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.

pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come

No way.

here, in this

have to come back. This

in this serenity of darkness. I feel

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never died.

* * *

open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct.

Ava.

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

I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur

awake. Relief colors her

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

into my arm. I

calling my name, but

* * *

monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the back of my

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

relief washes

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

I rasp, my throat raw from

whines softly. We were so

asks, way too

pipes up,

to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing

process

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

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

Selene cautions as I waver,

I ended

hole in

"What happened to me?"

my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into

your wolf

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

be afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This

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