Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Lucas: Ghoulish Discovery

LUCAS

Who the fuck steals burning bodies of the dead?

The motive is completely unfathomable.

Angry flames lick at the night sky, smoldering remnants of what should have been a sacred night, with souls returned to the embrace of the Moon Goddess.

Instead, there are eighteen disturbed mounds, with no bodies to be found.

Nude after my shift, my bare feet sink into the sodden earth as I move closer, mud squelching between my toes.

"Alpha." Kellan's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. He holds out a bundle of clothes, emergency spares we keep on hand for situations like this.

Grabbing only a pair of jeans, I pull them on with a vicious yank, fury boiling just beneath my skin. The breeze, cool and oblivious to the undercurrents of the night, is almost soothing against my heated skin.

Around me, my wolves move through the clearing, noses to the ground as they try to parse out any lingering scents. But there's nothing. The air is too clean, too pure. It's as if someone took a giant eraser and wiped away all traces of those who were here before us.

"I don't understand," I mutter, more to myself than anyone else. "How can there be no scent? It's like the area's been sanitized."

Kellan frowns, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It's not just the scents of the attackers that are missing. I can't even catch a whiff of Ava."

It's true. Even her scent has been erased from the very air around us.

I turn in a slow circle, taking in the scene with growing frustration. The disturbed heaps continue to burn, casting an eerie glow across the clearing.

My wolves move like shadows, their movements precise and focused as they search for any clue, any hint of who could have done this.

But there's nothing. No scent, no trail, no sign of the monsters responsible for this atrocity. It's as if they never existed.

my voice rough with emotion. "There has to

leave my lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this was meticulous, leaving no

probably the vampires. But if it's not, we risk a war that will take too

to run crimson beneath our silver moon. A true war hasn't come to

It's real.

already died,

much as my life revolves around her, Ava alone can't

being led to one conclusion,

eyes, I

Deep.

Slow.

misstep. There's no

many wolves rely on me

his voice so soft not even the wolves near us

to Ava. Connect with her Sister Miriam. The connection I

how much

rebels against the idea of establishing any sort of connection

for the scraps any spies might

keep getting jerked

my wolves. They're looking

"Is everyone accounted for?"

missing," Ryder reports, ever the responsible delta as he strides toward me. "I've already updated Vester at Blackwood, and they're on full alert. I have

casualties of whoever took the bodies," Kellan growls, slamming his fist into his

warmth or solace in the intense heat radiating from the funeral mounds,

is reeling, grasping for answers that

we let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The

stays wet. We

loping away, presumably to gather his wolves

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