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?

to sense my confusion. “Alpha is leading

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For now, we need to

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

is a little more

we’re no longer in the SUV from before. This

in

How odd.

lowers me onto a makeshift bed

his movements gentle yet purposeful. I wince as the motion

fucking

not paraplegic.

for a moment. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re going

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

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my eyelids growing heavy with

exhaustion.

climbs in beside me.

a pack healer. I’m about to administer some medicine

your pain and give you a little rest. Can

understand me?”

the word appealing

some rest. I have to stabilize

of blood.” There’s a lot of

arm, and something cold. Then a bunch of poking and prodding. “Big pinch,” she warns, and I yelp at the

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

about to detach to fly high into the sky, like a

***

and the distinct scent of

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my nose

can see every detail of the ceiling. A few dents, and a couple

head to the left, I can see clear bags full of liquid hanging from an IV pole. There’s an IV in my arm and

colors.

SpO2 99%.

RR 12.

PR bpm 61.

109/63.

second for me to understand them, but my

comes online after a short

respiratory rate, heart rate,

in a hospital.

the same. I’m in a smaller room,

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