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.

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Ava: Moonlight

croak. “Clothes.”

“No time.”

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

and a pang of fresh guilt hits my heart.

Someone who was never

abuse.

should still be

have a mate?

Family?

Friends?

who will wonder why Daddy’s

hot and steady against my cheeks, burning and stinging against

far,” Lucas grunts, his breath coming in harsh

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Moonlight

have asked him a question. Pack links are so convenient, and yet

one.

only person to enter my mind has been Selene,

appeared, I never had a link

wounded wolves. Seeing over his shoulder, I can see the bloody prints

and still running. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

For me.

heart aches more than the wounds shrieking in -agony with every jarring step Lucas takes.

slows as we approach a

they come to

the ambush site, hunting for the keys. It takes a

clicks have them all breathing

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and Lucas sets me in the

me, apologizing as he shoves a shirt against my abdomen, soaking up

hurts like fucking hell, but I try not to whine

1. it.

whine when they lost one

their own.

into the driver’s

talent most shifters learn after a few naked

to

of a new

safe place. Beside me, one of the unfamiliar shifters rummages through a medical kit, retrieving supplies to tend to

be melting into a puddle of Ava goo, because nothing

little” the

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voice gentle as he dabs at my face

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 run away into a hazy white world devoid

lets out a low, rumbling growl. Vester growls in

over and let me drive,” he snaps. “You need to