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.

shifter has bad eyesight. It’s like a

wolves.

have

towel in her direction, watching her

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you know it. Aren’t you supposed to be

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

Hah.

ever

if he acknowledged me as an independent adult, I’d still have to do what he says. The only person above him in the pack is

cultural thing,” I mutter, and

now.

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

was the first person to notice the control my family

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person

to say words that

loud.

is abusive. Who

age and they realized

memories. Sweet memories.

lowest times. Memories of Mom when

rock me when I cried. Memories of Dad when

throw me onto his shoulders and

and Phoenix when they would call me their baby sister, and show me off

Good times.

Gone times.

simply… disappeared. If Mom’s blue eyes hadn’t gone from warm

food

C

Ava Grey,

hardship would bring me what I wanted most, what I

My wolf.

didn’t work. He’s still mad

***

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

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

I love her.

a little guilt that even with my one and only friend, my ride–or–die girl, I have yet to admit

neglected and abused from

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family, and I have to convince her not

at least twice a week. Especially when I show up with new bruises.

able to do anything,

different laws. No part of the government would interfere

my fated mate in another. I dream about it–we all do. It’s a fantasy I can’t

it hurts to even think about the

the chance that I

in a new pack is just like my

for the beginning of spring, but the crisp scent of rain is carried on the breeze, telling us all that a temperature drop is coming.

to the quiet neighborhoods of White Peak, occasionally lit by a

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those buildings give way to an unlit rural road that leads

territory.

it countless times in

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 twists and turns, feeling my anxiety wriggle about in my belly, like a

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

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