Tangled

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.

the sound itself nipping at our heels. Anxiety spikes my pulse and

around. He signals to the others, and they fan out, forming a protective circle around

1. us.

air, thick and palpable, as

hold

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this agonizing

like embers in

flinch. With a fluid motion, he sets me down and steps forward, planting himself between

his voice laced with an unmistakable command.

its 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

lowers its head in

his expression softening ever so slightly as he scoops

a rogue,” he says, like that’s nothing.

run,” I say, pushing at his arms until he lets me down.

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time if

it. “Fine. Let’s

I nod. “Okay.”

still haven’t caught our trail, but they’re getting closer.

lips quirk into a small smile as I squeeze back.

this. I have to.

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.

push harder, faster. The men around me struggle to keep pace, their harsh pants filling the

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Lucas warns, his brow

concern.

spare the breath for a reply. Selene’s words

sound like it

I did.

And it is.

a thrumming beneath my

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

me -to an abrupt halt. His eyes bore into mine, a

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blur of shadows and silence. It’s just us, our ragged breaths intermingling in the

finally, he nods.