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

No way.

here, in this

have to come back. This is not where

here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me.

die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You

* * *

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct. White.

Ava.

I try

palm. The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn

Relief

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

into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion

my name, but I'm

* * *

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

but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is

Her relief washes

are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over the

I out?" I rasp, my throat raw

Selene whines softly. We

okay?" Lucas asks, way too close

pipes up, from my

hits 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

an entire process that leaves

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

waist. My hair is

as I waver, dizzy. You've been

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

black hole in

"What happened to me?"

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

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel any

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

She's way too big

sensing my

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