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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* Ava Plamosout

“Yes, Father”

think you would understand why I would prefer to keep you home, but it would look odd to leave my unmated, eligible daughter at home when Jessa

unsurprised to find Jessa grimacing at her plate and Phoenix studying

them, that’s exactly what I am.

Ava.” His eyes trail to the bruises at my

prodding at my green beans with my fork. “I understand,

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

4 Ava: Planning

mouth shut.” He returns his attention to his

and I clench my fist in my lap, hidden

the table.

point in feeling

***

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

into a state of numbness. Phoenix drives with the arrogance of an alpha, one arm draped across his door and his entire

radio is off, because of

Cold and

them.

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

at the Lunar Gala, are you, Ave?”

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I stare at the side of his face, wondering if he somehow knows, and fight to stay calm. “Of course not. Dad would beat me. He’s made it perfectly

me.”

the real deity out there–if only I could read my siblings like they can read me.

it’s not like

he approves of my bleak outlook on my life.

you in. You won’t be his

sound of his name. “As long as they have

glance toward me. “Right.”

hell I’m

nannla

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