Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 256

Chapter 256 Ava: The World Burns

Acarus holds up his hands. "Calm down, little witch. Your alpha is alive."

Alive.

What a weird way to put it.

Wouldn't someone normally say, your alpha is fine?

"What happened?" I ask, sitting back in the chair as I focus my gaze on Acarus.

"Great change. Rebellion. The end of days."

I frown. "What do you mean, a great change?"

The air is heavy, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe it's just that my chest is tight.

Acarus leans forward, his eyes intense. "The supernatural communities have risen up against the limitations imposed by human laws. It's not just the wolf packs. Registered communities, unregistered cities—they're all involved. War is everywhere."

Marcus's brow furrows. "How widespread is this unrest?"

"It started here," Acarus explains, "but once the media caught wind of it, riots spread to large communities across the country. This anger has been simmering for a long time. Many feel the humans have chained us with their biased laws."

My heart races. "Just tell me what happened to Lucas," I demand, worry coloring my tone.

Acarus inclines his head, his expression softening slightly. "He's recovering in a hospital."

Relief and consternation flow through me. A hospital? Then that means he was injured. How? Why? By who?

"Westwood is now under the control of rogue supernaturals. And Blackwood... My apologies, Ava. Alpha Renard has retaken it."

Lucas has been defeated.

And my father's back in power.

The implications make my head spin.

Marcus speaks up, his voice tight with concern. "That doesn't explain why we haven't been able to contact anyone from the packs."

Acarus sighs. "Most modern communication methods have been hijacked. It's impossible to contact people via phone. I'm not familiar with the technical terms, but it's some form of hacking. It's beyond even what humans are capable of. Probably the work of gnomes or Fae."

"How is it even possible to take down an

this side of the country," Acarus clarifies. "That is as much as I understand. Beyond that, you would have to

it all. Then, a thought

in his features. "You still

immediately, wondering if I'll ever outlive that presumption. "It's just... Clayton's been in Westwood and

certain." He pauses, his gaze intense. "Ava, I don't think you understand how much

what he means, Marcus and Vanessa tense

now," Marcus says, his voice low and firm. "We need more information first. We still aren't certain

expression a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "There's an easier way to show her what I mean," he says, his golden eyes flickering

I realize they haven't even had a chance to take a bite. Then again, they don't

already leading

and suddenly, the world I thought I knew shatters into a

barely contained panic as she describes the scene unfolding behind her. New York City, a place I've only seen in movies and

across streets I don't recognize, littered with... bodies. So many bodies. The reporter's words wash over me, a torrent of

hospitals overwhelmed... death toll rising by the

can't. My eyes are glued to the screen, taking in every horrific detail. Smoke rises from burning buildings, casting an apocalyptic haze over the cityscape. People run through the streets, their faces masks of

of them stops for a quick interview. They

Run.

Run for your lives.

bottom of the screen hammer home

ARMAGEDDON: SUPERNATURALS BETRAY HUMANITY

NO

100,000 IN NEW

DEMANDS SENT TO

my eyes away from the nightmare playing out before me. I feel Marcus's hand on my shoulder, steadying me, but it does little to ground me in this

peace between humans and supernaturals has

in the future? Humans will never trust

my stomach, I can feel myself dissociating from the moment, my

camera are running.

to anchors safe in a building

no visibility at all, and a lot

went down," someone

take down

the

think so. Let

silence as someone brushes dirt off the lens. We can see again, the

safe, but I think the death

isolated, as riots inundate every major city…" The camera returns to a horrified anchor who speaks with professional detachment, despite

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