Tangled

4 Ava: Planning

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The next three days pass in a haze as I endeavor to leave my room as little as possible. I spend the time trying to make a plan to escape; there’s no way in hell I’m staying here to become the pack’s omega whore. My brain skirts past everything that happened with Todd, deciding ignoring it all was much cheaper than therapy.

The walls of my room close in on me. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can’t stop the tears from falling. I try to distract myself with books, but every word seems to mock me, every page a reminder of my trapped existence. I’ve given up on my classes, because–well, I’m not coming back. Obviously.

I conclude that my best bet is to run from the gala itself, while everyone is too distracted to notice I’m gone. I pack a bag with escape in mind, filling it with clothes, food, and the balance in my bank account, after withdrawing it all. I don’t know where I’ll go or what I’ll do, but I can’t stay here anymore.

I buy a burner phone and program Lisa’s number into it, but I’m not sure if it will be safe to text her when

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I’m gone. Like a coward, I say nothing about my plans, and find myself pre–mourning the loss of my best friend. If I tell her anything, she will be in danger,

assuming my pack cares enough to hunt her down for information. It’s better to act like everything’s normal.

At dinner on the third day, I sit at the table, pushing food around my plate as my Dad drops the bomb. We’re going to the Silvermoon Pack’s territory for the gala.

It’s happening.

Composure is hard to keep when a million fire ants are crawling around inside your skin in a psychosomatic manifestation of anxiety, but somehow, I manage. Either that, or my family doesn’t care enough to notice anything off about me.

In two days, I can’t believe I’ll be surrounded by shifters looking for their fated mates, while I’m just trying to find a way out.

Dad clears his throat and I glance at him, surprised to find his eyes locked on me. “Ava,” he says, in this weird cadence that I think was supposed to be… soothing? “This is a big event for all of us.”

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“Yes, Father”

but it would look odd to leave my unmated, eligible daughter

Jessa grimacing at her plate and Phoenix studying me with hist trademark detachment. He has an easy, loving relationship with Jessa, but me? He inspects me like I’m a bug.

to all of them, that’s exactly what

the table. “I expect nothing but your best behavior while we are there. Ava.” His eyes trail to the bruises at my neck, and I flinch. They weren’t as

green beans with my fork. “I

have a wolf, it isn’t like you’ll find your mate there. So just try to stay out

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He returns

clench my fist in my lap,

the table.

in feeling hurt by his

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like most of my familial interactions–in silence. Mom, Dad, and Jessa are in

of numbness. Phoenix

The radio is off, because of course it is.

like Dad. Cold and distant, just like all

them.

mountains of the northern boundaries of the state. My thoughts drift to Lisa, wondering what she’s up to

not planning on doing anything foolish at the Lunar

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sound of Phoenix’s voice, and then by his question. I stare at the side of his face, wondering if he somehow knows, and

me.”

grunts. I’m not sure what that means. Oh, Lord, or Moon Goddess, or whoever is the real deity out there–if only I could read my siblings like they can

staring out the window, trying to sound nonchalant. “Besides, it’s not like anyone can mate a

sound. I guess he approves of my bleak outlook on my life.

You won’t be his mate, but your kids will be

his name. “As long as they have

glance toward me. “Right.”

hell I’m staying

nannla

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