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.

be no pain, Ava. Just wake up.

No way.

here, in this hazy

you have to come back. This

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

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

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

Ava.

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

weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur shining, blue

awake. Relief colors

dryly, my tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The

nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion

my name, but I'm

* * *

a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An

them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights.

Her relief

questions, one talking over the other. It's painful to

long was I out?" I

Selene whines softly. We were

Lucas asks, way

you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from

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

an entire process

stock. My 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

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

waver, dizzy. You've

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

hole

"What happened to me?"

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

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

so long, I 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 as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears

not. She's way

sensing my unease. This is natural for

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