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.

no pain, Ava. Just wake

No way.

here, in

back. This is not where you should

of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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

Ava.

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

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

Relief

tongue heavy and thick. "What

I want to protest but exhaustion drags

name, but I'm

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The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the back of my

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

Her relief washes over

questions, one talking over

out?" I rasp, my throat

softly.

okay?" Lucas asks,

feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from

sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps,

entire 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 in the elbow of my other

a hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've

of the century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with

black hole

"What happened to me?"

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

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel

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

way too big for

afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is

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