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

I croak.

“No time.”

His grip on me holds tight as he breaks into a run, his long strides eating up the

and a pang of fresh guilt hits

innocent. Someone who was never involved

abuse.

should still

he have a

Family?

Friends?

who will

steady against my cheeks,

far,” Lucas grunts, his breath coming in

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

one.

been Selene, and for a brief moment,

never had

Seeing over his shoulder, I can see the bloody prints left by

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the wounds shrieking in -agony with

we approach a white SUV, and the

shift as they come

in frustration as he digs through the backpack he’d carried from the ambush site, hunting for the keys. It takes a minute or two, as howls rend

telltale unlocking clicks have them all breathing in

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me

a pair of pants and hops into the seat beside me, apologizing as he shoves a shirt against my abdomen, soaking up the blood flowing

like fucking hell, but I try

1. it.

would be pathetic to whine when they lost

their own.

driver’s

talent most shifters learn after

roars to

a new car.

quiet streets. My head lolls against the seat, boneless now that I’m in a safe place. Beside me, one of

think I might be melting into a puddle

little” the unrecognizable voice

Moonlight and Peace

as he dabs at my

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

seat, Lucas lets out a low, rumbling growl. Vester growls in

let me drive,” he snaps. “You need