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 confusion. “Alpha is

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mission, but he’ll be back soon. For now, we need

I can feel the movement. I

little more

and I realize we’re no longer in the SUV from before. This vehicle

in the back.

How odd.

a

yet purposeful. I wince as

fucking hurts.

not

to rest,” he murmurs, his hand lingering on my arm for a moment. “You’ve been

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

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nod again, my eyelids growing heavy

exhaustion.

climbs in

Luna. My name is Vanessa, and I’m a pack healer. I’m about to

pain and give you

understand me?”

word appealing

to stabilize your

blood.” There’s

“Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the sting that comes just as she warns me.

relief, even as she continues doing something to my arm. “Going in,” she murmurs. “You should

feels like my head’s about to detach to fly high

***

white, and the distinct

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my nose cringe.

dents, and a couple holes. Probably from something that had hung from

liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV in my arm and a little monitor with

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

takes a second for me

after a short time.

rate, heart rate, blood

a hospital.

the same. I’m in a smaller room, on a real bed. There

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