Tangled

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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.

It’s like

wolves.

don’t have a

the dirty towel in her direction, watching

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you supposed to be restocking our cups? Our dinner rush is going

won’t hurt. Maybe it’ll teach your parents

Hah.

ever happen.

to do what he says. The only person above him in the pack is our

thing,” I mutter, and she

now.

for rent, coming up with mock budgets, even discussing our

first person to notice the control

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first person to

to say words that I still can’t admit

loud.

is abusive. Who the hell

me once. Before I came of age and they realized I had no wolf at all.

memories.

I bring out at night during my lowest times. Memories of

me when I cried.

his shoulders and tell

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

Good times.

Gone times.

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 skies. If Dad hadn’t thrown

no olathas no food and

C

Ava Grey,

me what I wanted most,

My wolf.

didn’t work. He’s still

***

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

have the same things happen, she grabbed my hand and said seriously, “You would help me. So I’m going

I love her.

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

I’m neglected and

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I have to

twice a week. Especially when I show up with new

able to do anything,

different laws. No part of

my 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

hurts to even think about the

because there’s always the chance that I have no fated

that my life in a new pack

than usual for the beginning of spring, but the crisp scent of rain is carried on the breeze, telling us all that a

changes from the bright, artificially lit business strip to the quiet neighborhoods of White Peak, occasionally lit by a

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Ava Grey,

an unlit rural road

territory.

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

on the steering wheel as I navigate the twists and turns, feeling my

silence in my car is palpable, almost suffocating. My eyes dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds, half expecting to

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