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."

struggling to comprehend. "How is it even possible to take down an entire

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

all. Then, a thought strikes me.

in his features.

if I'll ever outlive that presumption. "It's just... Clayton's been in Westwood and Blackwood for so long. I hope he's okay, and

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

Acarus suggests showing me what he means, Marcus and Vanessa tense up like coiled springs. I can feel the shift in the

not a good idea to bring Ava outside right now," Marcus says, his voice low and firm. "We need more information

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

Vanessa, a pang of guilt hitting me as I realize they haven't even had a chance to take a bite. Then again, they

say anything, he's already leading us into

life under Acarus's touch, and suddenly, the world I

broadcast fills the screen, the reporter's voice tight with barely contained panic as she describes the scene unfolding behind her. New York City, a place I've only seen in movies and postcards, has become a

my throat as the camera pans across streets I don't recognize, littered with... bodies.

across the city... hospitals overwhelmed... death toll rising

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

for a quick interview. They all say the same

Run.

Run for your lives.

headlines at the bottom of the screen hammer home the reality of what

ARMAGEDDON: SUPERNATURALS BETRAY HUMANITY

NO CITY

SURPASSES 100,000 IN NEW YORK

DEMANDS SENT

I sink onto the couch, unable to tear my eyes away from the nightmare playing out before

between humans and supernaturals

Humans will never trust us again.

the moment, my feelings growing distant and dim as

camera are

away to anchors safe in a building somewhere, citing

no visibility at all, and a lot of

went down,"

did they take down an

the camera still

think so. Let

dirt off the lens.

dirt and debris everywhere. We're safe, but I think

you, Kyle—the horrors in New York City aren't isolated, as riots inundate every major city…" The camera returns to a horrified anchor who speaks with professional detachment, despite

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