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.

He hits the ground with a thud and a yelp,

no time to dwell on it. The vampire is already pivoting, his attention solely

slams into the vampire's side. The wolf—I can't quite place who it is in the chaos—snaps and growls, momentarily throwing the vampire off balance. But it's not enough. With a snarl of

my head. Channel the magic through your core, not just your hands. Visualize the energy coalescing

doubt, feeling the magic surge through me. It feels directed, as though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it to

straight out, aiming for my chest, white fangs bared in a feral grin. He's covered in streaks of blood, ruby red eyes wide with

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

explodes as though it's made of paper. The

the gaping hole in his chest, then back at me. Blood drips everywhere, and it

curl into a

to cut off his head.

in the chest

is why it's hard to

don't have

magic. Shape it, mold it. Imagine a blade of pure

vampire lunges. I dodge to the side, feeling the rush of air as his claws barely miss my face. He might still be alive,

brain tells me something that I know with all

I can do this.

enough for

I can fight.

the magic as Grimoire instructed. But it's hard to

evade the vampire's attacks, one after another. He's not giving me a

Focus.

catches me off guard. His hand closes around my throat, lifting me off the ground. I gasp for

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