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.

thud and a yelp, but he's safe. The vampire's claws whistle through the air where Wes had been standing just a

no time to dwell on it. The vampire is

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

magic through your core, not just your hands.

though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it to where it needs to be. It's different from before—more focused, more

for my chest, white fangs bared in a feral grin. He's covered in

at his chest, willing my magic

erupts as my fist makes contact with his chest, and his torso explodes as though it's made

moment, I think it's over. But the vampire doesn't fall. He looks down at the gaping hole

curl into

to cut off his head. They can survive without blood,

literal hole in the

why it's hard

have a

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

dodge to the side, feeling the rush of air as his claws barely miss

tells me something

I can do this.

for

I can fight.

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

attacks, one after another.

Focus.

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

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