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.

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

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

don't hesitate. With both hands, I drive my blade into

Grimoire's

that well of power 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 away from me with an unholy shriek that freezes

and bones, leaving me staggering as he frees himself. The wolves in front of him dart back, likely afraid of the flames they

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

the creature turns lunges at me with

thinking, feeling claws whistle past my ear. Get your hand on him. Any part of him. Channel

to the letter. The vampire-thing lunges for me and I slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs

back

your left hand, infuse it with ice. Strike at

left in my magic. It just does what I want, as if the

Maybe he's taken control of

attack and slash across its torso. The blade leaves a trail of frost in its wake, slowing

Now for his head.

before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange vampire thing's head separates from its shoulders with a sickening squelch, its body still

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

each breath ragged and harsh. Blood and acrid, flesh-burned smoke fills my nostrils, making me want to gag.

The chaotic battlefield has

floor. And yet no

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