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.

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

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

With both hands, I drive

the blade. Grimoire's command rings clear in

inside me, channeling heat through my arms and into the blade. The effect is instantaneous. The vampire's body stiffens, then begins to glow from within. He tears

wrenching himself away, even as my weapon tears through his flesh and bones, leaving me staggering as he frees himself. The wolves in front of him dart back, likely

the vampire's form. They writhe and pulse, shot through with flashes of crimson lightning. It's as if the

can even think to run, the creature turns lunges at

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

slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my

back with

infuse it with

the blade to my left hand, willing it to frost over. There's no thinking left in my magic. It just does what I want, as

creature charges again, 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

blade leaves a trail of frost in

Now for his head.

of its own, the blade singing through the air before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange vampire

its form twisting and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just another vampire, no longer the monstrous

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

chaotic battlefield

litter the floor. And yet no vampires remain