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.

Just

No way.

in this

come back. This is not

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

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

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

* * *

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

Ava.

in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak

hand. I turn my head

awake. Relief

and thick. "What happened?" The words

my arm. I

name, but I'm already

* * *

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

swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital.

relief washes

and Lisa are here. They're asking me questions, one

out?" I rasp, my throat raw

Selene whines softly. We

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too close

Lisa pipes up, from my

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

an entire process

feel stiff, atrophied. A needle pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags

my waist. My hair is lank and greasy against my

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've

the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended

yawning black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

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

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying

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

not. She's way too

soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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