Tangled

58 Ava: Return Home

I settle into the chair beside Phoenix, my soul crushed under the weight of despair. The plane hums to life around us, a mechanical beast ready to whisk me back to the hell I’d escaped. Phoenix barely spares me a glance as he crowds me against the window, effectively trapping me in my seat. Even going to the bathroom will be impossible without him knowing

about it.

Selene’s whimpers echo in my mind, a mirror of my own anguish. Ava, I’m so sorry. I tried… I’m still trying…

I know, I whisper back, my heart clenching. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.

No matter how fast she is, a wolf can’t outrun a car.

And even if she did–what are we going to do, against the people under Phoenix’s control?

Honestly, it’s not okay. Nothing about this is okay. I’m being dragged back to the very place I’d fought so

hard to escape, and there’s not a damn thing I can do

about it.

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Selene, listen to me. I picture my parents‘ house in my mind, every detail etched into my memory. The sprawling ranch–style home, the meticulously manicured lawn, the wrought–iron fence that always felt more like a cage than a boundary. This is where they’re taking me. The Blackwood pack territory. My parents‘ address is-

I rattle off the information, each word feeling like a nail in my coffin. Selene absorbs it all, her presence in my mind a flickering candle in the darkness.

I’ll find you, she promises, her voice fierce despite the tremor of fear. No matter how long it takes, no matter the distance. I’ll never stop looking.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them back, refusing to let Phoenix see me cry. I know you will. But Selene, it’s far. Really, really far.

Even as I say it, I feel her running, her paws pounding against the pavement as she races toward the airport. But we both know it’s futile. She’ll never make it in

time.

Selene growls, her determination a living, breathing thing.

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builds in my throat, but I swallow it down. I won’t give up either,

being. We’ll find a way back

Somehow.

reaches over and buckles me in, his

of the announcements are done, and I didn’t even notice. them happening. The plane’s moving. I close

ounce of my heart

Selene whispers back, her presence fading as the plane

severed by miles of empty sky.

***

most of it, because there’s no point in being awake. I don’t want to see Phoenix’s face,

home is just as silent, but

my stomach clenchon in drand

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woods, waiting until

It’s happened so often, everything blurs together. It’s like asking about every time you ate lunch: You can’t count them all. You can’t keep track. It’s just life.

my throat as familiar neighborhood streets populate my

see this place

here.

had hackles, they’d be raised.

that I could talk to Selene, but the distance

a nasty lump in my throat as Phoenix escorts me inside the house that fills me with such dread. His lip curls in disgust as he sniffs me. “Get the Aspen stench off you before Dad gets home,” he orders. There isn’t a hint of big brotherly affection in

Ava: Return Homo

dawdle; Alpha Renard will be here

urge to snap back at him. Worried, my

commands. Doing as he says. comes so

clothes. There aren’t many of them, and I find myself missing my little wardrobe in Cedarwood. Or even the clothes Clayton and Ivy had gathered for me. Those were less my style, but at least they weren’t worn

the pain, scrubbing furiously