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.

straining with the effort. He hits the ground with a thud and a yelp, but he's safe. The vampire's claws whistle

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

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 his own, the vampire grabs the wolf by the scruff and

magic through your core, not just your hands. Visualize the energy coalescing in your chest, then direct

directed, as though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it to where it needs to be. It's different

motion. The vampire's arm is piercing forward, claws straight out, aiming for my chest, white fangs bared in a feral grin. He's covered in streaks of blood, ruby red

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

of pure energy erupts as my fist makes contact with his chest, and his torso explodes as though it's made of paper. The force of it sends him staggering backward, his

at the gaping hole in his

lips curl

off his head. They

hole in the chest

it's hard to fight

have

Shape it, mold it. Imagine a blade of

claws barely miss my

but my brain tells me something that I know with all

I can do this.

enough for me to

I can fight.

try to focus, to shape the magic as Grimoire instructed. But it's hard to

fail, as I evade the vampire's attacks, one after another.

Focus.

around my throat, lifting me

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