Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Ava: What Are You Going to Do About It?

Staring at Jericho, I don't know how to respond.

The idea that I might cause more deaths moving forward is so horrifying, it's paralyzing.

That's not something I ever want to happen again.

"You have a long way to go yet before you can claim that spot by the alpha's side. Sit up straight, girl." Jericho's finger jabs the air, pointing right at me. "Why are you wallowing in fear instead of forging forward?"

My mind goes blank. No words come to my defense, no clever retorts or explanations. Just... nothing, too surprised by the confrontation, too confused on where he's trying to go with his words.

"I came back to see the rites—"

He slaps his thigh with a groan that sounds like it comes from the depths of his soul. "Is this the future of the Westwood Pack? We've gone too soft on a future Luna, I see."

My spine stiffens at that, a spark of indignation flaring to life. But before I can grasp onto it, Jericho's voice cracks through the room like a whip.

"You killed eighteen people. Nearly twenty more are still in the hospital, healing. Yeah? So what?"

Horror floods through me, dousing that tiny ember of defiance. "You shouldn't treat their lives so lightly," I whisper. "They would still be alive if…"

Jericho roars, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and I flinch from its volume. "I'm not taking them lightly! I'm asking you—" he leans forward, his eyes blazing, "—what are you going to do about it? Stop acting like a mouse and act like a wolf!"

My heart hammers against my ribs. What does he want me to say? That I'm sorry? That I'll do better? The words tangle on my tongue, trapped behind the lump in my throat.

know that's not what

He's looking for more.

waits, his gaze unwavering, demanding an

to become strong enough to stand legitimately beside Lucas. Save my friend.

be

at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nods.

it leaves me lightheaded. But before I can fully process it, Selene's voice cuts through

talked to

around to stare at her, my

looks at Selene, clicking his tongue. "Wolves have no business running around like

new information. Jericho's

demand, my voice

the demon of Westwood's training center. He knows

pack lands. Never heard a wolf outside of us,

leans against the frame. His gaze, sharp as a blade, cuts through the glass to the world outside. The lines etched into his weathered face seem

voice is low, gruff,

fingers twisting together in

the sound more contemplative than dismissive. "Do you trust

know," I admit, the words bitter on my tongue. "But she's the only one who seems to have any idea what's going on

back to the window. "She assumes you'll be

not a question,

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