Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 417: Lucas: Strange Symbols

LUCAS

What the hell is this?

Our fur bristles, but we can't linger on the shock of the moment.

The green circle pulses with an otherworldly glow, yet Aurum's paw passes through it as if it's nothing but air. No scent, no resistance.

Magic. Obviously.

Our attention turns to the bodies. There's something strange about them. Bloated, decaying, but somehow devoid of… bugs.

It's unnatural.

Unnatural, Aurum agrees with a growl. His agitation is high in here. Desecrated.

The stench of death fills my nose, but beneath it... Pack. My pack.

These bodies…

Yes, Aurum confirms. Pack.

Their faces, bloated and discolored though they are, are recognizable. Pack lost at different times in these past few months. The initial attack at Westwood. During the strange invasions. And more.

My feet carry me around the circle. Each step reveals another familiar face. Another pack member I failed to protect.

Five bodies total are pack. All who should have been laid to rest with proper rites, their spirits released to run free with the moon.

Instead, they're here. Defiled. Used for some sick ritual that makes me want to howl with rage.

The green circle pulses again, mocking us. Aurum wants to tear through the walls, hunt down every bloodsucker responsible for this desecration. But I force myself to stay focused, to memorize every detail.

They were preserved somehow. Kept from fully decomposing. We've seen some of our wolves brought back to life in some strange way, used as a zombie army; is this how it begins?

Or have they outlived their usefulness?

Too many questions. Too few answers.

Beneath the bodies we know, partially hidden, lie others. Fresher ones. Maybe humans. Maybe wolves from other packs.

constant. There's a strange mark on all of them. Strange, interlocked circles. An arm

in this

simmers, mirroring my

green circle flares. For a split second, the air fills with the taste of copper and rot.

Son of a bitch.

Track the scent!

know it's too late. Whatever this is, it won't be that easy to

Every instinct screams to chase after our pack members, to track down whoever dared desecrate their bodies. But we can't afford

now shows bare ground, as if

scent of decay and death is

Death. Decay. Magic that burns my

We can't catch

figured as much, but won't give up that easily. Keep looking. Keep your noses to the

methodical searching, the truth becomes clear. Whatever magic whisked the bodies away left no trace for us to

my mental ears itch. We are here. Signs of attack everywhere. A lot of

our chest. Aurum's rage goes cold.

can see claw marks, broken buildings.

as we finally escape the sod house. Jericho would not

Perhaps.

position, I tell Vester, already gathering

* * *

Unlike the sod house, though, there's

Ryder, but we can find traces of Jericho and his

Death lingers beneath it all, a stench that burns my nose

it's impossible to tell if it's from friend

checks in. Alpha. Found traces of Jericho's scent leading north,

is spread out, methodically checking every corner. The vampires have left their stink

my skin prickle. I follow it down a

stronger in what used to be a bedroom. A few books litter the floor, pages torn and scattered. A strange thing to find, I'd think. We don't have many books at Wolf's Landing. They

follows me, his ears pricked forward

the room, letting Aurum take

and lightning. The

Magic.

as I follow its trail to the pile of destroyed books. Beneath the

of Ava's magic. I can't always sense it, but sometimes I