Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 158 Ava: From the Past

"Ava, is that you?"

The familiar rasp has me frozen, my heart lurching into my throat. Slowly, I turn around, coming face-to-face with a ghost from my past.

Our neighbor. Margot Mitchell.

Her once vibrant auburn hair is streaked with silver, her face a roadmap of wrinkles and scars. It's her eyes that haunt me. Piercing green eyes that see everything and do nothing.

"Margot," I greet, my voice tight with caution. "What are you doing here?"

She limps toward me, her gait uneven from some injury she incurred long before I was born. I remember asking about it once, and my mother slapped the back of my head, admonishing me for my rudeness. "Oh, Ava. I'm so happy to see you again."

I tense as she reaches out, half-expecting her to grab me, to drag me back to the hellscape I escaped. But she merely places a hand on my arm, her touch feather-light.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry for everything. For not intervening when…" She trails off, her gaze flickering to the ground.

The shame she tries to portray leaves me feeling dirty. Unclean from her mere presence.

Memories flash through my mind, unbidden. Margot's face in the window, watching as I was taunted and beaten, even by her own son. Listening at the front door as my parents berated me, their voices carrying through the window. Her figure rushing inside when I tried begging her for help during one particularly brutal group assault led by Todd Mason.

I was thirteen.

He broke my wrist.

I cried for hours that day. Hours. Until my parents, tired of my whining, finally dragged me to the healers.

Margot, always watching. Never helping.

I yank my arm away, taking a step back. "You're sorry?" Anger surges through me, hot and bitter, fueling my words. "Why are you even saying that? What does that do for me now?"

She grabs at my

Ah. She needs something.

No wonder she's here.

churns. There's a tiny part of me, almost miniscule, that was hopeful her apology was

was here?" I step back, avoiding her grip, and she stops

didn't know until I saw you." Her eyes fill with tears. "Please, Ava. Think of your pack. So many of us

is tearing us

voice is cold as I take another

have no intention of helping you or anyone else from that pack. Not after everything I

features twisting into an ugly mask of rage.

room, her hackles raised, teeth bared. She positions herself between

the growl, her eyes flashing amber. For a moment, I think she might actually shift and attack. My heart pounds against my

demeanor changes instantly. She straightens, smoothing her

talk when you've settled in." With

her go, then turns to me, curiosity etched on her face. "Who

"An old neighbor," I manage,

dawns in Vanessa's eyes, followed by sympathy. She starts to say something, but I don't hear her. I'm already

me as I tremble, overwhelmed by the unexpected confrontation with my

and taunts of my packmates. The pain of their blows, both physical and emotional. The sinking realization that no

Ava, Selene murmurs in my mind. You're

the flood of emotions. Fear, anger, betrayal—they swirl inside me, a maelstrom

breaks through the chaos. "Are you

breath. A few beats of my heart, slowing down. Meeting her concerned

"I'll be in the other room if you need me." She pauses, then adds, "Therapy

inside me, and I manage

running my fingers through her soft

a gentle caress in my mind. But you handled it with