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”

you home, but it would look odd to leave my unmated,

to me. I glance around the table, unsurprised to find Jessa grimacing at her plate and Phoenix studying me with hist trademark detachment. He has an easy, loving relationship with Jessa, but

of them, that’s exactly

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 bad as I thought they would be, but I can only hope they

prodding at my green beans

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

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mouth shut.” He returns

and I clench my fist in

the table.

feeling hurt by his words.

***

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

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

radio is off, because of course it is.

Cold and distant,

them.

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

on doing anything foolish at the Lunar

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of his face, wondering if he somehow knows, and fight to stay calm. “Of course not. Dad would beat me. He’s made

me.”

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 read

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

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

be his mate,

near–violent flinch at the sound of his name. “As long as they

glance toward

in hell I’m staying with

nannla

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