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.

will be no pain, Ava. Just wake up.

No way.

peaceful here, in

to come back. This is not where you should

place for me? But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

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

* * *

scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct. White. Harsh

Ava.

Grounding. I try to speak

her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver

Relief colors

my tongue heavy and thick.

She nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion

my name, but I'm

* * *

steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets

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

back. Her relief washes

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

long was I out?" I rasp, my throat

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were so

okay?" Lucas asks, way

pipes up,

news hits me like a punch to the gut. I 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 to lead me

process

limbs feel stiff, atrophied. A needle pinches my 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 yet another IV line

waist. My hair is lank

as I waver, dizzy.

trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and

hole

"What happened to me?"

my face, his fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into his hand,

Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel

yearned to shift, to 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

She's way too big for

soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural for

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