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?"

grabs at my arm again. "We need you

Ah. She needs something.

No wonder she's here.

miniscule, that was hopeful her apology was genuine. It's dead now,

here?" I step back, avoiding her

saw you." Her eyes fill with tears. "Please, Ava. Think of your pack. So many of us are separated

from our mates. Forced to cut ties with the alpha. Westwood is tearing us apart. They should promote your brother, bring

voice is cold as

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

contorts, her features twisting into an ugly mask of rage. "You

low growl cuts her off. Selene stalks into the room, her hackles raised, teeth bared. She positions herself between Margot

For a moment, I think she might actually shift and attack. My heart pounds against my ribs, adrenaline surging through my

instantly. She straightens, smoothing

you've settled in."

her go, then turns to me, curiosity etched on

swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heart. "An old neighbor," I manage, my voice

something, but I don't hear her.

I tremble, overwhelmed by the

of their blows, both physical and emotional. The

in my mind. You're safe now. She

Fear, anger, betrayal—they swirl inside me,

Vanessa's gentle voice breaks through

beats of my heart, slowing down.

eyes. "I'll be in the other room if you need me." She pauses, then adds, "Therapy isn't

up inside me, and I

I turn my attention back to Selene, running my fingers through her soft fur. Her presence is a balm, soothing the jagged edges

says, her voice a gentle caress