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.

Instinct takes over, even if it's a little sluggish and unrefined. With a twist of my body I'd never be able to replicate again, I manage to wrench my

dragged in various directions. Everyone's grabbing, snapping, clawing at

both hands, I drive

the blade. Grimoire's command rings

instantaneous. The vampire's body stiffens, then begins to glow from within. He tears away from me with an unholy shriek

his flesh and bones, leaving me staggering as he frees himself. The wolves in

pulse, shot through with flashes of crimson lightning. It's as if the

I can even think to run, the

claws whistle past my ear. Get

my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm.

back with

to your left hand, infuse it with ice.

over. There's no thinking left in my magic. It just does what I want, as if the magic itself can

it's Grimoire's presence inside my head. Maybe he's taken control of my body. It doesn't

frost in its wake, slowing the monster's movements as the ice slowly

Now for his head.

air before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange

topples, its form twisting and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just

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

still. The chaotic battlefield has frozen in

litter the floor.

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