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

Ava: Moonlight

I croak. “Clothes.”

“No time.”

break the relative peace after so much death, and Lucas tenses. His grip on me holds tight as he breaks into a run, his long

of their wolves is missing, and a pang

innocent. Someone who was never

abuse.

still be

have a mate?

Family?

Friends?

will wonder why Daddy’s not

cheeks, burning

coming in harsh pants.

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Ava Moonlight and

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

one.

to enter my mind has been Selene,

after she appeared, I never had a

Seeing over his

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For me.

wounds shrieking in -agony

we approach a white SUV,

they come to a standstill.

site, hunting

telltale unlocking clicks have them

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me in the back gently.

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

hurts like fucking hell, but I

1. it.

would be pathetic to whine

their own.

into the driver’s seat,

talent most shifters learn

to life with all the

a

now that I’m in a safe place. Beside me, one of the unfamiliar shifters rummages through a medical kit, retrieving supplies to tend to my wounds. The other two ran

think I might be melting into a puddle of

might sting a little”

Moonlight

gentle as he dabs at my face with

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 run away into a hazy white world devoid of sensation.

out a low, rumbling growl. Vester growls

road, or pull over and let me drive,” he snaps.