Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Ava: Mom (II)

As we enter the hospital, the sterile scent of disinfectant and the hushed whispers of staff and visitors envelop us. Selene, ever attuned to my emotions, presses against my leg, offering her silent support. I reach down and run my fingers through her fur, drawing strength from her presence.

A few steps in, a security guard takes notice of Selene and frowns. "I'm sorry, but dogs aren't allowed inside the hospital premises."

Vanessa steps forward, her voice calm and authoritative. "This is a service dog. She's with us."

The guard glances at me, then at our bodyguards—dressed in suits, with sunglasses, and essentially a walking cliche. His expression turns guarded and he waves us on. "Of course, my apologies. Please go ahead."

Relieved, I glance down at Selene, only to find her prancing alongside me, head high. Hey, you know service dogs aren't supposed to strut like show dogs, right?

She huffs, but stops her front-leg flicking prance.

Vanessa seems to know where to go as she navigates the maze of corridors and several random sets of elevators.

With each step, the knot in my stomach tightens, anticipation and dread intertwined. Grateful for Vanessa's presence, I follow behind, digging my fingers into Selene's fur for comfort.

Remember, she can't do anything to you, Selene whispers in my head.

The door to my mother's room is as mundane as any other. Brown. Silver handle. A note on the door asking to contact the nurse before drawing labs.

Nothing that says a terrible person resides within and to beware of your heart.

My hand hovers over the handle as my heart beats loudly in my ears. Vanessa places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Remember, Ava," she murmurs into my ear, "you are in control now. Your mother's power over you exists only in the past. You are stronger than you know."

I nod without glancing at her, closing my eyes and drawing in a deep, slow breath.

oxygen I take in and

I can do this.

at Selene and Vanessa, I push open the door and

the beeping of machines and a faint hiss coming from somewhere behind her

of her, so vulnerable and fragile, sends a pang

can be as warm as a summer lake or as frigid as a winter sky,

she's

the stillness. Selene follows close behind, her presence a constant comfort. I reach out and take my mother's hand in mine, surprised by how cold and

cracking

response, no flicker of recognition. I swallow hard, fighting back

I hate her.

I hate this woman.

love her with the fierceness

I wonder if it would hurt this much

existence, ignoring the fact that she was fighting for her life from the wolfsbane, was so much easier

It's

up to the side of my mother's hospital bed. Plastic scrapes against the linoleum floor, harsh in the stillness of the room. Settling into it, I clasp my hands

is like being home

to see how

the dullness in her gaze, there's

a whisper. The question

moment, my mother says nothing. She simply stares at me, her expression

as her emaciated hand reaches out towards my face. It's a surreal moment, one that

part of me wants to recoil, to pull away from her touch, but another part—the part that still yearns for a mother's

Her fingers draw closer.

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