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.

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 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 to my feet,

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

hands, I drive my blade into his back,

the blade. Grimoire's command rings clear in

well of power inside me, channeling heat through my arms and into the blade. The effect is instantaneous. The

agony, wrenching himself away, even as my weapon tears through his flesh and bones, leaving me staggering as he

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 the vampire's body begins to grow, stretching and contorting

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

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

infuse it with ice. Strike at

thinking left in my magic. It

Grimoire's presence inside my head. Maybe he's taken control of my body. It doesn't really feel like me, and yet it's my body that's moving, with a grace

torso. The blade leaves a trail of frost in its wake, slowing the monster's movements as

Now for his head.

before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange vampire thing's head separates from its

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

and acrid, flesh-burned smoke fills my nostrils, making me want to gag. But as I glance around, confusion

standing still. The chaotic battlefield has frozen in an eerie

litter the floor. And yet no