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.

“No time.”

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

wolves is missing, and a pang of fresh

innocent. Someone who was never involved in

abuse.

still be

have

Family?

Friends?

have pups who will

and steady against my cheeks, burning and stinging against fresh

his breath coming in harsh pants. “We need to hurry.”

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asked him a question. Pack links are so

one.

to enter my mind has been Selene, and for a brief moment, Clayton’s

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naked, followed by wounded wolves. Seeing over his shoulder, I can see the bloody prints left by foot

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than the wounds shrieking in -agony with every jarring step Lucas

as we approach a white

they come to

swears 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 the air.

clicks have

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Lucas sets me in the back gently.

on a pair of pants and hops into the seat beside me, apologizing

I try not

1. it.

would be pathetic to whine

their own.

driver’s seat, fully dressed

shifters learn after a

SUV roars to life with all the

of a

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, retrieving supplies to tend to my wounds. The other two ran to a different car, I

melting into a puddle of Ava

sting a little” the unrecognizable voice

Ava Moonlight

at my face with an antiseptic

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

a

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