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.

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

turning, trying to get to me, 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

Grimoire's command rings clear in

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

and bones, leaving me staggering

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

to run, the creature

left! Grimoire's voice cuts through my panic. I obey without thinking, feeling claws whistle past my ear.

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

reels back with another

it with ice. Strike at

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

otherworldly calm. Maybe it's Grimoire's presence inside my head. Maybe he's taken

frost in its wake, slowing the

Now for his head.

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

in slow motion, the creature topples, its form twisting and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just

fills my nostrils, making me want to gag.

standing still. The chaotic battlefield

the floor. And yet no vampires remain

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