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.

my body moves before my brain can catch up. 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 arm free

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

With both hands, I drive my blade into his

fire to the blade. Grimoire's command

arms and into the blade. The effect is instantaneous. The vampire's body stiffens, then begins to glow

bones, leaving me staggering as

It's as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart around him. To my horror, I watch as the vampire's body begins

can even think to run, the creature turns

cuts through my panic. I obey without thinking, feeling claws whistle past my ear. Get your hand on him. Any part of him. Channel your

against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm. A spurt of flame erupts from my

back

hand, infuse it

thinking left in my magic. It just does

head. Maybe he's taken

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

Now for his head.

moves with a will of its own, the blade singing through the air before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange vampire thing's head separates from its shoulders with

it settles into a more recognizable shape—just another vampire, no longer the

making me want to gag. But as I glance around, confusion replaces the

chaotic battlefield

the floor. And yet no vampires remain

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