Tangled

Chapter 1

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.

It’s like a

wolves.

don’t have a wolf.

the dirty towel in her direction, watching

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supposed to

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

Hah.

won’t ever

The only

a cultural thing,” I mutter, and she

now.

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

first person to notice the control

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first person to care.

person to say words that

loud.

Who

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

memories. Sweet

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

I cried. Memories of Dad when

onto his shoulders and

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

Good times.

Gone times.

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

no olathas no food and no

C

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to survive. That the hardship would bring me what I wanted most, what I

My wolf.

He’s still mad about it.

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never leaves until I’m safely on the road, half in worry that my

her months ago that she could have the same things happen, she grabbed my hand and said seriously, “You would help me. So

I love her.

friend, my ride–or–die girl, I have yet to admit

just thinks I’m neglected and

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human family, and I have to convince

week. Especially when

be able to do anything, anyway.

different laws. No part of the government would interfere in

to find my fated mate in another. I dream about it–we all do.

sometimes it hurts to

chance that I have

in a new pack is just like my life

warmer than usual for the beginning of spring, but the crisp scent of rain is carried on the breeze, telling

artificially lit business strip to the quiet neighborhoods of White Peak, occasionally lit by a street lamp every block or

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those buildings give way to an unlit

territory.

I’ve driven it countless times in my

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

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

the pack defect means you’re also the pack punching bag. One

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