Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 339

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.

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 hard, but I manage to scrabble back

get to me, but he's too slow, dragged in various directions. Everyone's grabbing, snapping, clawing at him, even as

With both hands, I drive

fire to the blade. Grimoire's command rings

I reach for that well of power inside me, channeling heat through my arms and into the blade. The effect is instantaneous. The vampire's body stiffens, then begins

me staggering as he

if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart around him. To my horror, I watch as the vampire's body begins to grow, stretching and contorting into something

can even think to run, the

thinking, feeling claws whistle past my ear. Get your hand on him.

me and I slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm. A

back

to your left hand, infuse it with ice.

my magic. It just does what I want,

but I'm ready this time, filled with an otherworldly calm. Maybe it's Grimoire's presence inside my head. Maybe he's taken control of

slash across its torso. The blade leaves a trail of frost in its wake,

Now for his head.

words fully register. The strange

if in slow motion, the creature topples, its form twisting and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just

fills my nostrils, making me want to gag. But as I glance around, confusion replaces

standing still. The chaotic battlefield has frozen in an

the floor. And yet

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