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.

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

slow, dragged in various directions. Everyone's

With both hands, I drive my blade

fire to the blade. Grimoire's

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

his flesh and bones, leaving me staggering as

lightning. It's as if the very

the creature turns

my panic. I obey without thinking, feeling claws whistle past

letter. The vampire-thing lunges for me and I slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm. A spurt of flame erupts from my skin, greedily reaching

reels back

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 listen to Grimoire's words

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

and slash across its torso. The blade leaves a trail of frost in its wake, slowing the monster's

Now for his head.

a will of its own, the blade singing through the air before Grimoire's words fully register. The strange vampire thing's head separates from its shoulders

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

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

battlefield

litter the floor. And yet

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