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.

Ava. Just wake up. Come back

No way.

here, in this

to come back. This is not where you should

darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It isn't enough to

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You

* * *

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against

Ava.

comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but

weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's

awake. Relief

and thick.

Rest now. She nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest

my name, but

* * *

The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the

eyelids are heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights.

back. Her relief washes

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

I out?" I rasp, my

whines softly. We

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too close to

you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my other

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 up until I'm

an entire process

IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like

gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against my

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been through

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

black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort,

for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying

I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for

not. She's way too

sensing my unease. This is

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