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

croak.

“No time.”

tenses. His grip on me holds tight as

is missing, and a

who was never involved

abuse.

should still be here.

he have a

Family?

Friends?

who will wonder why Daddy’s not coming home?

come hot and steady against my cheeks,

Lucas grunts, his breath coming in harsh

11:

Moonlight

must have asked him a question. Pack links are so convenient, and yet I’ve never had access

one.

enter my mind has been Selene, and for a

had a

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

Gøøglᴇ

For me.

shrieking in -agony with every jarring step

slows as we approach a white

they come

digs through the backpack he’d carried from the ambush site, hunting for the keys. It takes a minute

clicks have them all

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and Lucas sets me in

on a pair of pants and hops into the seat beside me, apologizing as he shoves a shirt against

hurts like fucking hell, but I try not to whine about

1. it.

to whine when they

their own.

into the driver’s seat,

most shifters learn after

SUV roars to life with all the

a new

eyes as Lucas 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, retrieving supplies to tend to my wounds. The

I might be melting into a puddle of

sting a little” the unrecognizable

Moonlight

gentle as he dabs at

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

lets out a low, rumbling growl. Vester growls in

and let me drive,” he snaps. “You need to get those mating instincts under control.”