Tangled

18 Lucas: Realization (1)

18 Lucas: Realization (I)

LUCAS

The frost of winter thaws, giving way to the brisk air of spring. The days drag on, each moment blurring into the next as my frustration builds. Weeks have passed since that fateful night at the Lunar Gala, and still, the

Blackwood Pack’s intentions remain shrouded in

mystery, even with summer peeking around the corner. My wolf paces restlessly within me, yearning for answers, for action, for her.

My obsession grows.

I slam my fist on the desk, the impact reverberating through the room. Kellan, ever the loyal beta, barely flinches. He knows better than to disturb me when I’m

like this, consumed by the need to unravel the web of

secrets that surrounds us.

A missive arrived last week from Alpha Blackwood, a terse notification that his beta’s daughter, Jessa Grey, would be attending the local university here in Granite City. The balls on that asshole, sending her into our territory without so much as a proper request for

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permission. It’s an unspoken rule among our kind, a courtesy extended to the ruling pack when an outsider plans to stay within their domain.

I can’t help but wonder if this is another ploy, another move in the twisted game that Blackwood seems intent on playing. Jessa’s presence here, so close to the heart of our pack, sets my teeth on edge. What secrets does she carry? What lies will she spin to further her alpha’s agenda?

My thoughts drift naturally to her, the girl who haunts my every waking moment. Ava. The memory of her scent, her touch, the way she surrendered to me in the garden–it’s seared into my very being. And yet, my hatred grows by the day.

desk, pacing the length of my office like a caged beast. The cool air brought in by an open window does little to

need answers.

I want to know her every move, every

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clear. Kellan nods, his expression grim. He understands the gravity of the situation, the weight that rests upon our

the Blackwood Pack’s actions, like we have a thousand times. But this time, I let my mind linger on Ava. On the garden. On that scent that I

on something beyond the walls of this room. “A way

know, Lucas. When I met Ava that night, I didn’t

manipulation.”

face him. “She probably applied it in the garden, knowing I was watching her. It’s

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make me believe there’s a

her relationship with her family seemed strained. The way they interacted, the

united front.”

prove herself, to earn his approval. Sacrificing herself, using her body as a tool to further their agenda… it’s exactly the kind of

eyes widen. “I hadn’t

on Gøøglᴇ to access

turn away, my hands curling into fists at my sides. The thought of Ava being used in such a way, of her willing participation in this

my voice low and

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everything we’ve built, everything we stand

“I know. We all do. We’re behind you, Lucas. We’ll keep a close eye

mess with the

Blackwood Pack may be able to hold their secrets, but they have

matter the cost.

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desk. I blink, trying to clear the fog of sleep from my mind as I realize

I call out,

He enters the room,

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