Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 173 Ava: Hard Truths

Vanessa sighs, her hand warm and gentle against my back, rubbing in soothing circles. "Ava, understand that you can be wrong, even when you're right. Or right, even when you're wrong."

A laugh bubbles up, hysterical and wild. "That makes no sense."

"You chafe under his protection. You feel caged, right?"

A quick nod. Of course. That much is obvious.

"It's okay to feel that way. It's normal, even. But is Lucas wrong to keep your safety in consideration?"

Selene sighs, bumping her head against my legs, and I tug at one of her ears. "No, of course not."

"The party was a terrible misfortune. None of us expected a vampire attack on pack lands. For something like this to happen…" Her words trail off, and she glances away. "I don't even know how long it's been. We knew Blackwood was working with the Unregistered in some way, but to have this level of alliance is unheard of."

Hunching my shoulders, I mutter, "I never would have gone, if I'd known."

"I know." The gentle rubbing never ceases. "And Lucas didn't blame you. He doesn't blame you. He blames himself."

"But he didn't do anything wrong. It was me." Guilt gnaws at me. "I was the one who bothered him about the guards. About my freedom. I pushed to go to the party. Everything was because of me.

The vampire wanted me, and now Lisa's gone."

Resting my forehead on my knees, I whisper, "I'm a plague to everyone who cares about me. So many people are dead, and even Lisa…"

"A defeatist attitude isn't going to help you, Ava." The back rubs stop as Vanessa gets off the bed, her voice firming. "The time for wallowing is long past. You've grown stronger, and you're no longer the flinching pup I first met. You're our future Luna. Yes, the massacre happened. Neither you or Lucas knew it would happen.

It's a terrible and unfortunate situation."

"But it's my fault. What am I supposed to do?" Turning my head so my cheek is against my knees, I watch Vanessa as she stands in front of me. "It's my fault. I should have just sat at home and kept my mouth shut. Never put anyone in danger…"

Vanessa stares at me, one brow raised, as my words trail off.

I'm saying something wrong. I can tell in her facial expression.

gaze holds me captive, demanding an answer I'm

only two choices in life? To go to the party without guards, risking everything for a taste of freedom, or to stay locked away in your apartment, watched at all times like a prisoner?" Her questions cut deep, exposing the

my

so silly when she

No way to get what you wanted

colliding with the unyielding walls of my stubborn resolve. I want to

she right? Could I have found

obvious, but I shy away from it in

presence brushes against me,

hard as well, little wolf. Her voice is more hesitant than I've ever

a proper sitting position, feeling too childish in how I'm moping, I do my best

respect. She's always been amazing, one of the few supports in my world. So I take a deep breath and think, letting her words soak in, pushing Lucas and his

the time, it felt like my only

even

her expression softening with understanding. "The world is rarely black and white, Ava. It's a tapestry woven with countless shades of gray. Do you believe everything is

of course not." The answer comes easily, a truth I've always known but somehow

why," Vanessa presses, her voice gentle but insistent, "do you paint your own choices in such stark contrasts? Why

my eyes, searching

to believe I have no choice, that I'm backed into a

Deep down, I know there were other options, other paths I could have taken. Compromises I could have made, if

determined to stand on

determined to prove my independence than consider

wanted to prove that I could make my own choices, that I'm not just a pawn anymore. Being weak… I'm sick of

warmth of her grasp

with the softest whine.

Vanessa echoes. "But that doesn't mean leaning on your allies is weakness. That doesn't mean

connection between us. Her voice is soft as she continues, "The desire for freedom, for autonomy, is a powerful thing. But

threaten to spill

the fault lies with our enemies, it is a consequence that we should have avoided." A flicker of sadness crosses her face. "Our alpha will always carry the weight of those lives on his soul, because his decisions led to that tragedy. He does not

Like me.