Tangled

Chapter 77

77 Ava: Running

The haunting howls of wolves echo through the night, sending fear deep into my soul.

I shudder.

The strange shifter with the drugs curses under his breath. “They’re on the hunt,” he says, his voice low and urgent.

Lucas‘ arms tighten as he runs. It’s not the most comfortable, with all the jostling, but he manages to run while holding me as though my extra burden

doesn’t affect him at all.

How long has it been? Hours? That he’s maintained his pace without faltering. I can’t help but admire it, even

as I worry.

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs, his tone cold with

determination.

We pick up the pace, the shadows of the forest

seeming to press in around us as we hurry along. The howls grow louder, closer, sending icy tendrils of fear slithering through my veins.

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“How much farther?” I ask, my voice a hushed whisper.

Lucas‘ subordinate’s response is grim. “Too far to be comfortable.” There are a few grunts of agreement among the other wolves. “We should have shifted. We would be there by now.”

Lucas just growls. “Not an option.”

The weight of his words settles over me, and I realize with a pang that he knows–he knows I can’t shift.

I swallow hard. How long has he known?

It isn’t as though it was a secret in our pack.

But it still hurts.

our heels. Anxiety spikes my pulse and I cling

comes from our left, and Lucas‘ head whips around. He signals to the others, and

1. us.

thick and palpable, as

forest seems to hold its breath with us.

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from the shadows–a massive wolf, its eyes glowing like embers in the

doesn’t flinch. With a fluid motion, he sets me down and steps forward, planting himself between the wolf

he growls, his voice laced with an

hackles raised, but something in Lucas‘ unwavering presence seems to give it pause. For a long, tense moment, they regard each other, locked in a silent battle

snarl fades, and it lowers its head in

He turns back to me, his expression softening ever so slightly as he scoops me up once more.

a rogue,” he says, like

pushing at his arms until he lets me

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make better time if you

but he thinks better of it. “Fine. Let’s go. Stay close, Ava.

howl. I

but they’re getting closer. We’re still five

My lips quirk into a small smile as I

I have

the ache in my feet from the ill–fitting sneakers is a distant concern. My heart pounds, but not from exertion–not yet. Terror still grips me, its icy tendrils constricting my lungs with every rasping breath. But each footfall on the forest floor kindles

Freedom.

stride, fueling my legs to push harder, faster. The men around me struggle to keep pace, their harsh pants filling the air. But I’m just getting

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his brow furrowed

concern.

reply. Selene’s

made it sound

if I did.

And it is.

beneath my skin, like electricity crackling

knowing deep inside that I’m right. “We’ll be faster

falters, and he grips my arm, pulling me -to an

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fading into a blur of shadows and silence. It’s just us, our ragged breaths intermingling

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