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.

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

but there's no time to dwell on it. The vampire

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 hurls it away like

Ava! Grimoire's voice rings in my head. Channel the magic through your core, not just your hands.

though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it

straight out, aiming for my chest, white fangs bared in a

his chest, willing my magic to

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

the vampire doesn't fall. He looks down at the gaping hole in his chest, then back at me. Blood drips everywhere, and

lips curl into

need to cut off his head. They

literal hole in the chest isn't

is why it's hard

don't have a

mold it.

claws barely miss my face. He might still be alive, in whatever

in my ears, but my brain tells me something that

I can do this.

slow enough for

I can fight.

instructed. But it's hard to concentrate

I fail, as I evade the vampire's attacks, one after another. He's not

Focus.

around my throat, lifting me off the ground. I gasp for air, clawing

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