Tangled

80 Ava: Moonlight and Peace

The stench of blood and death clings to my skin, my clothes, invading my senses with its coppery tang.

Yet the moon spreads its light over my face, blessing me with its ethereal glow. It’s surreal, an entire world away from the violence.

I laugh as my mind wanders into memories of science class. Of planets and space.

The moon truly is an entire world away. Thirty whole worlds, in fact, would fit between here and the bright satellite that decorates our night.

Thanks, Mr. Finnegan. I always did like science.

The dead weight pinning me to the ground and obstructing a lungful of air is yanked off me, just as strong arms encircle me, pulling me upright. Lucas. His human face swims into view, those striking golden

eyes

filled with concern as he looks me over. I can see his lips moving, but his words are muffled, as if

reaching me through a thick fog.

It’s not until his calloused palm cups my cheek that the

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numbness shatters. A strangled cry escapes my lips as agony lances through my abdomen. All my wounds come to life in an instant, informing me of their

presence.

“Ava? Ava, can you hear me?” Lucas’s voice breaks. through the screams of my injuries, his tone laced with

urgency.

Answering is impossible, so I give a weak nod, my gaze flickering to the gruesome scene behind him. Lifeless wolves litter the forest floor, their bodies twisted and mangled.

The price of freedom.

Even knowing that they wouldn’t reciprocate the sentiment, their lives weigh heavy on my soul.

“We need to move,” Lucas says, still supporting me. “Can you walk?”

The world spins with every movement I make, so I just blink at him. I can’t shake my head. If I do, it just might fall off.

Without another word, Lucas scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his bare chest as he rises to his

feet.

BD

Moonlight and

croak.

“No time.”

after so much death, and Lucas tenses. His grip on me holds tight as he breaks into

missing, and a pang

innocent. Someone who was never involved in

abuse.

still be here.

have a

Family?

Friends?

have pups who will wonder why Daddy’s not coming home?

hot and steady against my cheeks, burning and stinging against fresh

Lucas grunts, his breath coming in harsh pants.

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asked him a question. Pack links are so

one.

person to enter my mind has been Selene, and for

never had a link with

wounded wolves. Seeing over his shoulder, I

website on Gøøglᴇ to

For me.

aches more than the wounds shrieking in -agony with every jarring

slows as we approach a white SUV,

shift as they come to a

ambush site, hunting for the keys. It

clicks have

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Lucas sets me in the back gently.

me, apologizing as he shoves a

fucking hell, but I try not to whine

1. it.

pathetic to whine

their own.

the driver’s seat, fully dressed within

shifters learn after

to

of a

drives through the quiet streets. My head lolls against the seat, boneless now that I’m in a safe place. Beside me, one of the unfamiliar shifters rummages through a medical kit,

little fuzzy. I think I might be melting into a puddle of Ava goo, because nothing seems

a little” the unrecognizable voice

Ava Moonlight and

voice gentle as he dabs at

of sharp prickles and burns intensifying the throbbing ache of my cheeks. Despite the pain, I force myself to remain still, not wanting to make his task any more difficult. Focusing on the astringent scent of alcohol keeps me centered and present, even as my mind keeps trying to

front seat, Lucas lets out a low,

let me drive,” he snaps. “You need