Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 339 Ava: Defend the Pack

Aurum's golden figure streaks through the wolves defending us, in an unerring line straight for the closest vampire.

Seconds later, there's a blood-curdling roar.

Stop standing around staring, Grimoire says, unaffected by the fear crawling through my skin. They need your help.

Tearing my eyes from Aurum/Lucas, I dash forward, my magic-crafted blade cool against my sweaty palm.

"What's next?" I ask, squeezing through a mass of fur and hot bodies. The noise is too loud to hear my own voice, but Grimoire picks up my words straight from my head.

Get closer. You'll hurt an innocent if you try to do anything here. You don't have the control yet.

Ducking under a wildly swinging arm, I come face to face with a stranger. Pale skin. Lips glistening red, cracking at the corners, where you can see pale flesh peeking out beneath the blood.

Fangs. Long fangs, far longer than I ever thought a vampire could have, and red eyes that lock onto mine with unerring accuracy.

Don't go straight for the head, Grimoire warns as I do just that.

My blade whistles through the air. It's a clumsy strike, born of fear and adrenaline rather than skill, and I'm too far in to abort.

A vice-like grip closes around my forearm. The vampire's strength is inhuman, and I'm yanked forward, losing my balance.

little sluggish and unrefined. With a twist of my body I'd never be able to replicate again, I manage to wrench my arm free of the vampire's grasp. Moving with the momentum, I throw myself into an awkward roll. My shoulder hits the ground

Everyone's grabbing,

hands, I drive my blade into his back,

fire to the blade. Grimoire's

blade. The effect is instantaneous. The vampire's body stiffens, then begins to glow from within. He tears

leaving me staggering as he frees himself. The wolves in front of him dart back, likely afraid of

vampire's form. They writhe and pulse, shot through with flashes of crimson lightning. It's as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart around him. To my horror, I watch as

I can even think to run, the creature turns lunges at me with impossible

without thinking, feeling claws whistle past my ear. Get

moves as if possessed, following Grimoire's instructions to the letter. The vampire-thing lunges for me and I slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm. A spurt of flame erupts from my skin, greedily reaching toward the

reels back

your left hand, infuse it with ice. Strike

left hand, willing it to frost over. There's no thinking left in my magic. It just does what I want, as if

Maybe he's taken control of my body. It doesn't really feel like me, and yet it's my body that's moving,

leaves a trail of frost in its wake, slowing the monster's movements as the ice slowly grows, capping its

Now for his head.

strange vampire thing's

if in slow motion, the creature topples, its form twisting and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just another vampire, no longer

heaves, each breath ragged and harsh. Blood and acrid, flesh-burned smoke fills my nostrils, making me want to gag. But as I glance around, confusion replaces the adrenaline coursing through

battlefield has frozen in an

many bodies litter the floor.