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.

with emotion. "There has to be

lips, I know it's futile. Whoever did this was meticulous, leaving no trace of their presence

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

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

It's real.

already died,

life revolves

like we're all being led to one conclusion, like sheep to

my eyes,

Deep.

Slow.

to misstep. There's no more leeway for mistakes and

wolves rely on me

even the wolves near us would be

I share with my

how much this

me rebels against the idea of establishing any sort of connection with those

to wait around for the scraps any spies might

can't keep getting

my shoulders as I turn back to face my wolves. They're looking to me for guidance now more

"Is everyone accounted for?"

delta as he strides toward me. "I've already updated Vester at Blackwood, and they're on full alert. I have two groups

whoever took the bodies," Kellan growls, slamming his fist into his hand. "They're playing with us. Toying with

no warmth or solace in the intense heat radiating from the funeral mounds, made of hay and dried wood, to burn

is reeling, grasping for

this happen? How did we let ourselves become so vulnerable? So exposed? The questions gnaw at me, bringing

guards on the pyres. Make sure the ground stays wet. We don't need a forest fire on top

away, presumably to gather his wolves for the

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