Tangled

Chapter 50

51 Ava: Clayton’s Departure

Clayton’s shoulders stiffen, and he sighs. “You’ll be safe as long as you stay within the pack,” he says, his voice tight.

My heart skips a beat at his words.

“I’m going to have to go out on a quick trip,” Clayton continues, and my eyes widen.

A trip? Where? And why?

The questions are burning on the tip of my tongue, but I bite them back, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Besides, I don’t need to know.

Instead, I force a small smile and say, “I hope you have

a safe trip.”

Clayton nods, his expression softening as he meets my gaze. “Thank you, Ava.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to say more, but then he seems to think better of it. He takes a step towards me, and my heart rate picks up, my body tensing

involuntarily.

“Can I have a goodbye kiss?” he asks, his voice low and

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rough.

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. A part of me wouldn’t

mind feeling his lips on mine again, knowing the passion that can erupt between us.

But a much larger part of me holds me back.

So instead of leaning in, I turn my head slightly,

offering him my cheek. His lips brush against my skin, warm and soft, and I feel a shiver run down my spine despite myself.

the flicker of disappointment in

I force another smile and say, “Be

nose, his disappointment already hidden.

no point wondering if it’s hacked. I’ll just get a new burner

will be by this afternoon, and if you need to go anywhere, you

together.”

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Clayton’s

a little faster. Without Clayton, it’ll probably be easier for me

say again, with a smile. “Thank you.”

***

is huge.

much smaller human city of White Peak–well, you can’t

different worlds.

as I take it all in. Skyscrapers tower overhead, their glass facades glinting in the sunlight. The sidewalks are packed with people, all rushing to their destinations, their

overwhelming, the sheer size and energy of it all. I’m used to the quiet, the solitude of my little town. Here, everything is bigger, louder, more vibrant.

me, his eyes scanning the crowd. He seems

way,” he says, guiding me

store. Its windows are

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Clayton’s

in the latest fashions, and I can’t help but stare as we

ceilings high and adorned

simple jeans and t–shirt, even with the brand names on their labels–something I’d found excessive, but I’m learning that Clayton doesn’t know the meaning

more relaxed. and easy–going. During my heat, he had struggled with his own attraction to me, his eyes dark

tension between us. He’s just Rowan, warm and friendly, a steady presence at my side. If I didn’t already know, I never would have suspected him to

this. The

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Clayton’s

noise setting my nerves on edge. But with Rowan here,

White Peak and Cedarwood that they never looked twice

and

pass.

presence of Rowan, or is it me?

calm as ever. You no longer smell

going to make hiding a lot

than hiding, it would be more prudent to get stronger so you don’t

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