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.

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 of the vampire's grasp. Moving with the momentum, I throw myself into an awkward roll. My shoulder hits the ground hard, but I

but he's too slow, dragged in various directions. Everyone's grabbing, snapping, clawing at him, even as he fights back. He has

don't hesitate. With both hands, I drive

fire to the blade. Grimoire's command rings clear

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

himself away, even as my weapon tears through his flesh and bones, leaving me staggering as he frees himself. The wolves

unfolds before my eyes. Strange, inky clouds materialize around the 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

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

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

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

back with another

your left hand, infuse it with ice.

my magic. It just does what I want, as

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 my body. It doesn't really feel like me, and yet it's my body

blade leaves a trail of frost in its wake,

Now for his head.

arm 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

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

chest heaves, each breath ragged and harsh. Blood and acrid, flesh-burned smoke fills my nostrils, making me

battlefield has frozen in

bodies litter the floor. And yet