Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 337

Chapter 337 Ava: Coming Into Her Power

For a moment, I stare at my hand in disbelief. Did I really just do that?

You used too much power, Grimoire says. You can't let it shoot out like that. You'll hurt an innocent.

I wasn't trying, though. I'd just moved without thinking.

Yes. That's why you need to focus. Pay attention, he's getting back up.

Several wolves converge on the fallen vampire, but he swings his arms with a blood-chilling shriek.

He's hurt. He's going to draw on all his power to fight back.

But he's already doing it before Grimoire's words finish, swinging his arms in a wide arc that throws off five grown wolves. They aren't massive, but they're solid, large male wolves, who can't just fly through the air with a swing of someone's arm.

But the vampire manages it, his glittering red eyes locking on me.

"Ava!" Vanessa screams.

A pair of hands grabs me from behind, pulling me back toward the truck. I thrash, shocked to turn and see Wes' grim face. "Luna, you need to run. We'll hold them off for you."

"No, Wes, I'm not—"

The vampire's eyes lock onto me, a predatory gleam that sends ice through my veins. He moves so fast, he's nothing but a blur. My body reacts before my mind can catch up.

"Sorry, Wes," I mutter, planting my feet and using the young wolf's momentum against him.

over my shoulder, my muscles straining with the effort. He hits the ground with a thud and a yelp,

to dwell on it. The vampire is already pivoting, his attention solely

is in the chaos—snaps and growls, momentarily throwing the vampire off balance. But it's

not just your hands.

don't have time to question or doubt, feeling the magic surge through me. It feels directed, as though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it

chest, white fangs bared in

throw a punch at his chest, willing my magic to follow the movement. It's easier to channel magic through

contact with his chest, and his torso explodes as though it's made of paper. The force of

the vampire doesn't fall. He looks down at the gaping hole

curl

his head. They can survive without blood,

A literal hole in

it's hard

have

it, mold it.

side, feeling the rush of air as his claws barely miss my face. He might still be

ears, but my brain tells me something that I know with all

I can do this.

slow enough for me to

I can fight.

as Grimoire instructed. But it's hard to concentrate with death literally snapping at

as I evade the vampire's attacks, one

Focus.

attack catches me off guard. His hand closes around my throat, lifting

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