Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 142 Lisa: Chained

The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

It's an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.

The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they'd be the villains in any story.

Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?

Vampires.

That's why.

My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.

I can't see anything.

Are my eyes open?

My hands won't reach my face, yanking against something cold and hard around my wrists.

Manacles?

Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.

Fuck.

This is…

Really not good.

Ava. Is Ava here?

"Ava?" I whisper, but there's nothing.

plink, plink-plink of something

the voices are

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

heart and squeezing with a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains rattling like mocking laughter. Frustration rips through my

at the manacles, the metal biting into my wrists. Pain sears through my arms, but I don't care. I have to get out. I have to find Ava. "You can't keep me

Sobs wrack my body, each one tearing out of my throat. It's useless. The chains

shoulders slump, the fight draining out of me. I can barely stand, the shackles forcing me to hunch over. My muscles

Plink. Plink-plink.

the darkness. Shapes slowly emerge from the inky blackness. Rough stone walls, a small window high above my head. The barest hint of moonlight filters through, only to be swallowed by clouds a moment

I'm in a cell.

A fucking cell.

my throat, escaping in a strangled laugh. I'm chained up in some vampire's dungeon like a gothic romance heroine. Except

Plink-plink-plink.

my realization. I want to scream again, to rage against the unfairness of

or super strength hidden deep inside. I can't shift into a wolf or melt into shadows.

I hate this.

hated how he was always around. Hated

he was here to tell me I

over this any day

can he possibly find me when

sting my eyes, hot and bitter. I let them

and unwavering loyalty. She won't give

be enough? Can they really go up against

know. I don't know anything

I know is that I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared and I don't know what

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

fills my head, driving out every other thought. It's maddening, the irregularity of

enough to taste blood and focus on

to believe that Kellan and Ava will find me. That Lucas and the Westwood pack will tear this place apart stone by stone until

to believe that. Because the alternative is too terrifying to

eyes and picture Kellan's face. I imagine his arms around me, his voice in my ear

a moment, I almost

Plink.