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.

of oxygen I take in and I hold it for

I can do this.

Vanessa, I push open the door

machines and a faint hiss

The sight of her, so

as warm as a summer lake

like she's

my footsteps echoing in the stillness. Selene follows close behind, her presence a constant comfort.

I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. "It's

recognition. I swallow hard, fighting back the tears

I hate her.

I hate this woman.

her with the fierceness of a

her like this hurts, and I wonder if it would hurt this much had

her existence, ignoring the fact that she was fighting for her

okay, Ava. It's

deep breath, steadying myself as I pull a chair up to the side of my mother's hospital bed. Plastic scrapes against the linoleum floor, harsh in

like

to see how far her

follow me, tracking my movements with an unsettling intensity. Despite the dullness in her gaze, there's a flicker of something there—a spark of recognition, perhaps, or a glimmer of the fierce woman I once

to come?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The question hangs in the

my mother says nothing. She simply stares at me, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she lifts a hand from

her emaciated hand reaches out towards my face. It's a surreal

her touch, but another part—the part

Her fingers draw closer.

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