Tangled

Chapter 81

81 Ava: Wounded

Consciousness is fleeting and unreliable. The gentle vibration of the car is a cadence that lulls me into a state of semi–awareness, reality blurring with dreams. I alternate between understanding that I’m safe to fearing that Phoenix has me in his grasp. Sometimes, I can hear Alpha Renard’s cruel words. I even dream of

Sister Miriam.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze, piercing my muddled thoughts with startling clarity. It’s a voice I recognize, though I can’t quite place it. My eyelids flutter open, and I find myself enveloped in a pair of strong arms, cradled against a broad chest.

It feels wrong.

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As my vision adjusts, I make out the rugged features of Kellan Ashbourne, Lucas’s beta. His eyes are fixed on me, a mixture of concern and relief etched onto his

face.

“Ava,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing, like cool water after on a hot summer day. Ah, I’m poetic in my

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delirium.

“You’re safe now. We’re taking you to Westwood

territory.”

I blink slowly, trying to make sense of his words. The events of the night are a jumbled mess in my mind. “Where are we?”

“In a small city. We’re still on Blackwood territory, and you aren’t safe here. Just bear with me for a moment, okay? You’re badly injured, did you know that?”

I nod. Yes, I hurt. It hurts everywhere. Who wouldn’t know when their body hurts? Oh. Maybe paraplegics.

“Yes. I can move my body,” I say, even as I lay like a limp

fish in his arms.

I can, though… I think.

Shit, everything’s hard to keep straight in my mind. I

wish Selene was here.

Or Lucas.

Where’s Lucas?

Wasn’t he here?

seems to sense my

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but he’ll be back soon. For now, we need to get you to

feel the movement. I must not have nodded before, when I thought

little more intense,

realize we’re no longer in the SUV from before. This vehicle is different, its interior stripped down to bare essentials. There are

in

How odd.

me onto a makeshift

backseat should be, his movements gentle yet purposeful. I wince as the motion aggravates my injuries.

fucking hurts.

not

my arm for a moment. “You’ve been through a

questions, to understand what’s happening, but the words refuse to form on my

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my eyelids growing heavy

exhaustion.

climbs in beside me.

Vanessa, and I’m a pack healer. I’m about to administer some medicine to help

pain and give you a little rest. Can

understand me?”

murmur, the word appealing

rest. I have to stabilize

lot of blood.” There’s

“Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the

and I sigh in relief, even as she continues doing something to my arm. “Going in,” she murmurs. “You should start feeling it pretty

a vengeance, and it feels like my head’s about to detach

***

white, and the distinct scent

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my nose

and a couple holes. Probably from something that had hung from it

I can see clear bags full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

for me to understand

after a short

rate, heart

a hospital.

away my grogginess, I realize it isn’t the same. I’m in a smaller room, on a real bed. There

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