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 back to

No way.

here, in

This is not where you

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

won't die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

* * *

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

Ava.

is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try

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

Relief

and thick.

arm. I want

calling my name, but

* * *

of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough

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

relief washes

questions, one talking over the other. It's

out?" I rasp, my throat raw

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were so

okay?" Lucas asks,

are you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my other

up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and

entire process that leaves me

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

gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is

as I waver, dizzy. You've been

to piece together how I ended up here.

yawning black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into his hand, nuzzling

for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge.

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 flick as she licks my face, settling into

way

sensing my unease. This is natural for

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