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 wake up. Come

No way.

in this hazy

to come back. This is not

of darkness. I feel

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry

* * *

sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry,

Ava.

try to speak but my

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

Relief colors her

and thick. "What happened?" The words

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 rough against my

heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white

back. Her relief washes

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

was I out?" I rasp, my

softly. We

you okay?" Lucas asks,

feeling?" Lisa pipes up,

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

an entire process

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

blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is lank and

I waver, dizzy. You've been

cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I

yawning black hole

"What happened to me?"

for 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

thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you

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 lap as though

She's way

soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural for

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