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.

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

directions. Everyone's grabbing, snapping, clawing at him, even as he fights back. He has too

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

fire to the blade. Grimoire's command rings

arms and into the blade. The effect is instantaneous. The

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 afraid of

It's as if the

the creature turns

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

and I slam my hand against its face, feeling its fangs cut at my palm. A

reels back with

it with ice.

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

Maybe he's taken control of my body. It doesn't really feel like me, and yet it's my body that's moving, with a

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

Now for his head.

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

and warping until it settles into a more recognizable shape—just another vampire, no longer the monstrous entity it had

flesh-burned smoke fills my nostrils, making me want to gag. But as I glance

still. The chaotic battlefield has frozen in an

litter the floor.

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