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.

the sound itself nipping at our heels. Anxiety spikes my pulse and I cling to Lucas,

our left, and Lucas‘ head whips around. He signals to the others, and they fan out, forming

1. us.

the air, thick and palpable, as we

forest seems to hold its breath with us.

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in this agonizing

from the shadows–a massive wolf, its eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. It snarls, baring wicked

he sets me down and steps forward, planting

voice laced

but something in Lucas‘ unwavering presence seems to give it pause. For a long,

wolf’s snarl fades, and it lowers its head in a grudging show of

spare it a second glance. He turns back to me, his expression softening ever so slightly as he scoops me up once more.

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

lets me down. “I can’t

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time if you

wants to protest, but he thinks better of it. “Fine. Let’s go.

howl. I nod. “Okay.”

trail, but they’re getting closer. We’re still five miles out.”

lips quirk into a small smile as I

this. I have

pounds, but not from exertion–not yet. Terror still grips me, its icy

Freedom.

with every stride, fueling my legs to push harder, faster. The men around

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warns, his

concern.

unable to spare the breath for a reply. Selene’s words ring in my ears, a silent chorus urging me onward.

it sound like

I did.

And it is.

a thrumming beneath my skin, like electricity crackling through my

I say, knowing deep inside that

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

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