Tangled

Chapter 1

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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 from our

wolves.

don’t have a wolf.

flick the dirty towel in her

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you supposed to

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

Hah.

ever

do what he says. The only person above him in the pack is our alpha- also not

cultural thing,” I mutter, and she drops

now.

will come back to it. She always does. She’s been showing me apartments for rent, coming up with mock budgets, even discussing our school schedules. Lisa’s pushy in the sweetest way, where she’s just desperate for me to become independent.

the control

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person to

person to say words that I still can’t admit out

loud.

Who the hell does this?”

came of age and they realized I had no wolf

warm memories.

at night during my lowest times. Memories of Mom when she used

cried. Memories of

onto his shoulders and tell me I could

they would call me their baby sister, and show me off proudly to anyone

Good times.

Gone times.

hurt a little less if I hadn’t shared that 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 frigid winter

food and no shelter

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the hardship would bring me what I wanted

My wolf.

work. He’s still mad about

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always a little production 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 same fears), and the other half because she’s concerned I’m going to

months ago that she could have the same things happen, she grabbed my hand and said seriously, “You

I love her.

guilt that even with my one and only friend, my ride–or–die girl, I have yet to admit that I’m a shifter. I haven’t explained to her that I’m from the

neglected and abused from a

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and I have to convince her

cops at least twice a week. Especially when

able to do anything, anyway.

No part of the government would interfere

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

sometimes it hurts to

that

a new pack is

crisp scent of rain is carried on

artificially lit business strip to the quiet neighborhoods

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

territory.

road is familiar; I’ve driven it countless times in my life,

trees seem to close in on me, casting long shadows across the road. My grip tightens on the steering wheel

in my car is palpable, almost suffocating. My eyes dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half expecting to see glowing eyes or shadows lurking in the darkness behind

pack punching bag. One of the young wolves‘ favorite pastimes is hunting

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