Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 138 Ava: A Shocking Finale (II)

"Such a naughty kitten," the vampire mutters, scowling in a way that erases the beauty of his face.

The vampire's grip tightens, crushing my throat as I thrash against him. My lungs scream for air. I claw at his hands, nails scraping uselessly against unyielding flesh. Panic floods my mind, blotting out rational thought.

Your training, Ava! Remember your training! Selene's voice slices through my rising hysteria.

Right. Training. Jericho's lessons flash through my oxygen-starved brain. I stop flailing and focus, letting my body go limp, conserving strength. The vampire smirks, misreading it as submission. His cold breath washes over my face as he leans in, nostrils flaring.

He's...sniffing me?

Revulsion churns my stomach as his nose skims along my jaw, down to the crook of my neck. He lingers there, inhaling deeply, a pleased rumble vibrating his chest.

The scar, Ava! Don't let him near it! Selene's warning ricochets through my head. He can't bite you there!

Fragmented memories resurface—Selene cautioning me about my scar during my heat, insisting I keep Clayton away from it. I hadn't understood then. I'm not sure I do now. But her urgency propels me into action.

slightly but not releasing me. The pressure on my

scar is where your power leaks out. It's like a drug to creatures who can sense it. It isn't

head, still scrabbling to dislodge the vampire's chokehold. Whose brilliant idea was it to put a magic neon 'bite me' sign

in frustration. Just protect it, Ava! Don't let him break the skin there,

chuckles darkly, his grip loosening as he nuzzles into my neck again, lips brushing my hammering pulse. Lightheadedness swamps me and I giggle,

out to taste. Bile rises in my

up, escaping in a strangled laugh. "Must be

amusement. "So the kitten has claws." Cool fingers ghost across my collarbone, tracing the neck of my shirt.

in a grotesque crimson spray. The coppery tang assaults my nose, but there's an underlying sweetness that makes my stomach heave. It's cloying, like rotting fruit, and I gag on the scent, fighting the urge

flies to his neck, wrenching out the object lodged there. It's a knife, the

grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet. I stumble, legs shaky, as he shoves me behind him. He faces off against the vampire, fists raised, body

and run," Teddy grits out, not taking his eyes off the seething creature before us.

and reaching Lisa. But Teddy is already moving, launching himself at the vampire with a guttural roar,

calling her name, but she doesn't respond. Panic claws at my chest. I need to get her out of

my chest. Teddy lies crumpled on the ground, his head twisted at an unnatural

sneers, wiping blood from his chin. "Did you really think you could