Tangled

1 Ava Grey, Pack Defect”

Author Note: The first two chapters have had a

complete overhaul, for a better reading experience. Please enjoy. [May 28, 2024]

What are you supposed to do when your pack–your family–has decided you’re worthless?

Get a job.

Save money.

Dream of getting the hell out of there.

It’s a futile thing to hope for, but it’s the only thing I have that keeps me going.

Until then? I’m just me. Ava Grey. Wolfless. Weak. The shame of the Grey family.

Which is why I’m spending another Friday night working at Beaniverse, a popular coffeeshop in the middle of White Peak, a solid hour’s drive away from

pack land. No shifters, no drama, no bullying; the only people I run into all day are humans with a caffeine addiction. Or social media addictions. People love to

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use our lobby as a backdrop for their latest reel.

“Come out with me tonight.”

Lisa pops her head into my field of view as I wipe down the espresso machine.

I have no major attachments to my job outside of my pay, but it is my favorite place to be because of her. Lisa is my best friend–okay, my only friend–and she makes me dream of something more than the Blackwood Pack and my uncertain future in it.

“Can’t. Dad wants me home as soon as I can.”

The grimace that twists her face gives me a warm little tingle in my chest. At least someone gets me.

Even if she’s a human and has no idea that I come from a family of wolves.

Dad–our pack beta and an expert at curt text

messages demanding my presence home–only allowed me to get a job because he was tired of seeing me at home, I’m pretty sure.

And because every single cent of my paychecks that didn’t go to gas went to the thousand dollars I’d borrowed for my beat–up old clunker Taurus in the

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parking lot. It’s my baby, and I love it, but I’m one weird splutter away from wrecking on the highway.

Still—the little freedom it allows me is worth it.

Anything is better than being home.

“You should just move out. We can get an apartment together and party all night.” Lisa says this just about every day we work together, and it never grows old. I want that life, too. I don’t even need the partying. I just want to get away from my pack.

But wolf shifters don’t just let go of their own. Even wolfless defects like me.

I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose, hating how they slide. I probably need a new prescription, but I haven’t had the time–or extra money–to pour into that. I’m still wearing the same glasses Mom got me (much to her disgust) several years ago.

It’s like a neon sign saying she doesn’t belong with us.

bad eyesight. It’s like a gift

wolves.

don’t have

flick the dirty towel in her

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you know it. Aren’t you supposed to be restocking our

still think one night of telling him to fuck off won’t hurt. Maybe it’ll teach your parents that you’re an

Hah.

won’t ever happen.

to do what he says. The only person above him in the pack is our alpha- also not someone I’d like to cross on a daily

mutter, and she drops it. For

now.

mock budgets, even discussing our school schedules. Lisa’s pushy in the sweetest way, where she’s just desperate for me to

the first person to notice the

Ava Groy.

person to care.

say words that I

loud.

is abusive. Who

came of age and they

warm memories. Sweet

during my lowest times. Memories of Mom when she used to smile and

cried. Memories of Dad when he

throw me onto his shoulders and

of Jessa and Phoenix when they would call me their baby sister, and show me off proudly to anyone

Good times.

Gone times.

affection with them once. Maybe it would hurt a little less if it hadn’t simply… disappeared. If Mom’s blue eyes hadn’t gone from warm like a lake in summer to

no olathas no food and no shelter

C

Ava Grey,

the hardship would bring me what I

My wolf.

didn’t work. He’s still mad about it.

***

in the parking lot after closing. Lisa never leaves until I’m safely on the road, half in worry that my car will break down (and honestly, I have the

I pointed out to her months ago that she could have the same things happen, she grabbed my hand

I love her.

I have yet to admit that I’m a shifter.

just thinks I’m neglected and abused

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family, and I have to convince

cops at least twice a week. Especially when I show

wouldn’t be able to do

part of the government would interfere in pack matters.

escape from my family and pack is to find my fated mate in another. I dream about it–we all do. It’s a fantasy I can’t let go of.

sometimes it hurts to even think about

always the chance that I

in a new pack is just

but the crisp scent of rain is carried on the breeze, telling us

artificially lit business strip to the quiet neighborhoods of White

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so. Eventually, those buildings give way to an unlit rural road that

territory.

driven it countless times in my life, but tonight, it feels different.

the waxing crescent moon. The trees seem to close in on me, casting long shadows across the road. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I navigate the

to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half expecting to see glowing eyes or shadows lurking

the pack punching bag. One of