Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 401 Ava: Ivy's Memories

"Fiona used to braid my hair every morning." Ivy's voice breaks. "She'd tell me about the boys she liked, about her dreams of becoming a teacher. She never stopped treating me like just... me."

A tear slides down her temple, disappearing into her hair. My chest tightens at the raw pain in her voice.

"James was the funny one. He'd make these terrible jokes during pack meetings. Once, in second grade, he..." She draws a shuddering breath. "He put a rubber snake in Clayton's desk, and my brother shrieked like a child. Everyone laughed. I hated him, because Clayton was my hero. But then they became best friends after that. At some point, I stopped hating him."

Her grip tightens, and I let her anchor herself to me. Whatever it is in her system pulses against my magic, as if testing it. Beneath it, I sense something else—genuine grief, sharp and jagged.

"And David." Her voice drops to a whisper. "He was going to propose to his mate. Had the ring picked out and everything. He showed it to me the morning before..."

She breaks off with a sob that wracks her whole body. Without thinking, I squeeze her hand back.

"I should have protected them all better." The words tumble out between gasping breaths. "They trusted me. And now they're dead because I wasn't strong enough."

"You couldn't have known—"

"Don't." Her eyes snap open, fever-bright and desperate. "Don't tell me it wasn't my fault. Don't tell me there was nothing I could do. I've heard it all before and it doesn't help."

I fall silent, understanding completely. Sometimes platitudes just make the guilt worse. She's an accomplished warrior, trained by her pack. Trying to minimize her pain is more of an insult than a comfort.

Her fingers clutch mine so hard it hurts, but I don't pull away. Touch grounds us, connects us. Right now, that connection might be the only thing keeping her from drowning in her grief.

"I see their faces every time I close my eyes," she whispers. "I hear their screams. Feel their pack bonds snap. Over and over and over."

The taint surges with her distress, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from telling her about it. Not now. Not when she's this vulnerable, this raw.

Her other hand finds my arm, gripping it like a lifeline. "How do you do it? How do you keep going when everything hurts so much?"

The question hits me hard. How do I keep going? Through the abuse, my mother's rejection, my father's manipulation—through all of it, I just... did. Because stopping wasn't an option.

It wasn't always pretty, and there's so much I regret. But I kept going.

at a time. And you honor their memory by living the life they'd

spasm against mine. "Do you know what

"No."

deaths of wolves she considered family.

to ice. "What do you

grip tightens on my hand. "We were on the route. Nothing out

against my magic again, stronger this time. I force myself

Her voice drops to barely a whisper. "But I don't know what from. Or to. Just... running. And screaming. But I don't know if it was me

I squeeze her hand. "You're safe

eyes lock onto mine, fever-bright but lucid. "Something's wrong with me. I can feel it. Like there's something inside me, clawing

heart pounds. She knows. On some level, she knows about the

"When did it start?"

the attack. Maybe during?" She shivers despite her

eyes roll back, and her head lolls to the side. Just like that—as if someone flipped a switch. Her

"Ivy?"

the steady rhythm of deep sleep. The taint inside her pulses once, twice, then settles

approach, accompanied by the soft clink of

Vanessa. "One second she was talking about feeling something inside

Ivy's throat, checking her pulse. "That's not normal. Even with the

"Could it be exhaustion?"

temperature. "Did she say anything else before

About not remembering parts of the attack." I pause, debating how much to share. "And

against Ivy's

explain it clearly. But

No hint of the torment she'd shown minutes ago. No trace of that desperate grip on

think she came into contact with the taint. But something's not right about it." My voice barely rises above a whisper, even though the woman's

to the side as she listens. "What do you

my fingers to my temples. "It's too strong to be a light corruption. I felt it surge multiple times while we talked. But it's different. The taint always feels mindless. Aggressive, even. This

reaches for her stethoscope, then pauses. "Could it be something else? A