Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 376

Chapter 376 Lisa: First Kill

LISA

Mira stands in front of me, fully wolfed out, gray fur bristling.

Snow crunches beneath my boots as I back a little further away.

Something isn't right. Ten massive wolves wrestle with the Westwood wolves, brutally aggressive, and yet not a single one glances my way.

A gray wolf—one of our guards, I'm pretty sure—flies past us, blood matting his fur. He slams into a tree with a sickening crack. My stomach lurches. I can't recognize the wolves by sight like Ava does, because they all look alike. Only Kellan stands out from the rest, a little larger and more russet than gray.

He launches at two attackers, his teeth finding purchase in one's throat, trying to pull him to the ground. But these wolves don't seem to notice pain.

The brace on my wrist is warm, already charged with a few drops of blood and ready to fire. But there's no way I can use it with them all tangled together like this. I'm as liable to hit one of my guards as I am an enemy.

My fingers hover over the brace. If I can just get a clear shot...

But it doesn't look like that's happening anytime soon.

Another guard crashes nearby, his leg bent at an impossible angle. Still, not one of the attacking wolves turns our way. It's like Mira and I are invisible, or...

"They're only targeting the pack," I murmur.

But how do they know?

Kellan roars in pain as three wolves pin him down. My heart leaps into my throat. The brace grows hot against my skin, responding to my panic.

But why avoid me? Unless...

Unless someone wants me alive.

No. That's crazy. Who would—

with a vicious snarl, bounding behind me in an instant. Before I

muscles lock up as a primal part of my

vision, and I jerk around while

and I'm already raising my arm, aiming

No.

My whole body trembles.

But power radiates from her. Or something does,

against my ears like broken glass. It's strange, like it isn't her speaking, even though her mouth

brace is right there, charged and ready, aimed straight for her face. But I can't say the words. Can't make my body respond to my mind. I'm frozen in fear and memories I've done my

eyes. Those horrible, beautiful eyes hold me captive, as if all this freedom is

skin stretch outward, reaching for me with grasping tendrils. My legs won't move. My lungs won't work. The sounds of fighting fade

like before. Just like that cell. Just like every

this isn't before, and I'm not the same helpless girl I was then. This time I have power of

all I can see is a giant lance made of

arm. Its tip blazes white-hot, the shaft a swirling inferno of orange and gold. Something large enough to contain all my terror. All my rage. All the helplessness of those days lost in darkness. The grief over Mira's body, just lying there, surrounded in a

a note of confusion, her eyes moving to

flames would consume her from the inside out, turning those toxic

"Fire."

splashed on her face and clothes. With just a few

out. Destroying them so they teeter and fall,

Westwood wolf entangled with

I've thrown into this moment, in the lance so clearly depicted in my head, in the horrible death I'm wishing upon this woman. This person

blazing with all the rage held in my soul. She has less than a second

slams into her chest, just as I

eyes widen with shock. Her mouth forms a perfect 'o' of surprise. Then the

was prepared for; it's acrid and sweet, like burning hair mixed with rotting meat. My stomach heaves as memories of that dark cell

bone

engulfing her entire body. Her form becomes a silhouette of pure light, so bright it burns spots in my vision. Then she disappears, crumbling into nothing but ash that scatters across the blood-stained

have

beneath my boots is stained with Mira's blood, and

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